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200 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 15, 2016


"...The condom follows with a slight lag and a dribble of warm lube. Nice. He tuts at it as he takes it off and tosses it at the bin, where it lands half-on-half-off, like a woman in white in a painting who’s thrown herself on a fainting couch and missed.


Prostitution might be low, but hypocrisy is worse.
“... another two hundred and you get the full boyfriend package.”
“What’s that when it’s at home?”
“I coo and pat you on the knee while you talk. We have a few drinks, go to dinner if you want... and tell you to take me back to yours, and I’ll make you forget all about it. And I will. Do anything you want.”
“You stay all night, spoon, stroke my hair? All that shit? Am I hearing this right?”
“That part would be up to you, if you’re paying."
But you can’t quite let go. Can you? Of the idea that maybe you don’t deserve any of it.
Falling for you will always taste like breakfast wrapped in a duvet at sunset on a balcony— and a little bit like pickles. And oddly I don’t mind that at all.