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340 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 28, 2013

"This is new. Where'd you get your claws, little cat."
Without a moments thought or hesitation, I blurted out, "I earned them."
"...you say you want me, but that you don't want to want me. You ask me to move in with you like you're doing me some kind of high and mighty favor. I guess I'm supposed to jump at the chance to be your grateful, bowing slave. I should've been thrilled, I suppose, that you're gracious enough to allow me some scheduled free time with my friends, when it's convenient for you, of course. And you were so kind as to insult my home, my job, my experience, my age. What about me didn't you insult? God, I can't imagine why that might put me off you."

I remembered how, less than two weeks later when I dumped him, I believed I reclaimed myself. Believed I belonged to me again. I hadn't known Michael had already stolen everything, that there was nothing left to reclaim. Nothing left of me.

I seem to like you any way I can get you.

"What I want is for you to accept what I give you, and I'm giving you myself. Everything I have. Take what you want, Gibson. Please yourself. That's what I need and what I want."
I attribute this to the phenomenon of time passing normally until you decide there is something you want to do. At that point, the universe conspires to slow the rotation of the Earth, the solar system and the Milky Way itself, resulting in a few days of normal time stretching into the length of a month.