“You can’t do what?”
“I can f**k you six ways from Sunday. You’ll never have a better lover. I don’t doubt for a f*****g second that when it comes to s*x, this is as good as it’s gonna get,” he said, swinging his index finger between their bodies to indicate them both. “But the talking and the laughing and the dating... I can’t do it, Zar. You’re never gonna get that with me.”
Some of her anger dissipated and she was reminded of what he’d said about her friendship with Grant and other fights they’d had. “We’ve had this conversation,” she said, softening in the face of the rage she knew he used as a mask for his insecurities. “I don’t want normal. I don’t want you to take me to bars, to ask me to dance... If we dance, we do it naked in our bedroom, in our house, where we’re safe and secur
