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“Where’d you get the T-shirt?” I ask.
He points to Seaside Park, New Jersey.“Palm trees don’t grow in New Jersey,” I don’t know why I’m being a bitch.
“Ain’t my fault,” he says, the corners of his lips twitching. He doesn’t mind when I’m grumpy. I think he’s just happy I’m talking to him.”

“ did you say to him?” I hiss under my breath.
“I told him what I’d do if he disrespected you again.”
For a second, I don’t know what he’s talking about, but then I remember the snide snort when I said “generous.”
“What would you do?”
“You know,” he says without hesitation.
“Why? Your pride?”
“I think I’ve proved I have none when it comes to you.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I say, fisting his hair again and pulling.
“I don’t want you to be.”

Even younger, horny Paul never wanted me this bad. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look like they want something this bad.
“You want me to strip for you? You want to watch?”
A slash of color stains his cheekbones.
“Yes.” His voice is even, but the word has weight. Heft.
“And if I won’t?”
“You won’t”



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A shrink might be able to explain it, but I can’t.
Some men have Jesus. God and country. A dream. Ambition.I have Zita.
Tomas doesn’t understand? Neither do I.

He winds the fingers of his free hand through my mussed-up hair. When he hits a tangle, he skims past, leaving the knot.Like he doesn’t want to hurt me.