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panties and bra I’d almost put on when I’d been getting dressed earlier in the evening.
    Sex had definitely been one of the things I’d wanted to experience as soon as I could. My own recollections of it seemed to have come out of books, and like everything else in my life, I couldn’t find one real tactile memory of it in mind. From what I did know about it, it was supposed to be totally amazing, so it was disappointing to have it all be over as quickly as it was.
    Later, I realized it was only because Aaran wasn’t a particularly good lover, but at the time I just felt let down. Not so much by him, as by the whole build-up about the act of making love.
    â€œIs that it?” I let slip out as he rolled over onto his back.
    I hadn’t meant to say it aloud and when I saw the dark look on his face, I really wished I hadn’t.
    He sat up. “What do you mean?”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œWasn’t it good for you?”
    â€œOf course. It’s just… I thought…”
    I stopped myself before I made it worse, even though what I wanted to say was, no, it was disappointing. I thought it would be more tender, and also more abandoned. That it would last longer. That the world would turn under me. That everything would stretch into this long moment of unbelievable bliss before finally releasing in long, slow waves that would leave me breathless. The way I could make it feel with my own fingers.
    Yes, I stopped myself from saying any of that, but it was already too late.
    â€œJesus, I can’t believe you,” he said.
    He swung his feet to the floor and stood up.
    â€œI mean, it’s not like I didn’t know there was something weird about you,” he added as he put on his briefs. “But I was willing to overlook it— you know, that twitch you put in people that just makes them want to back away?”
    I stared at him, speechless. He found his T-shirt and pulled it on over his head, stopping to smooth back his hair.
    â€œIt’s not like I’m alone in this,” he said. “Sure, you look hot, but everybody who’s spent any kind of time with you talks about how you’ve got this thing about you that just rubs them the wrong way.”
    â€œYou’ve
talked
to people about me?”
    â€œWell, sure. It’s a small world. When a good-looking woman like yourself turns out to be such a cold fish, of course it’s going to get around. What did you think? But I thought, ‘I’ll do her a favour. Show her a good time. Teach her how to loosen up a little and enjoy life.’“
    â€œGet out,” I told him.
    â€œRight, like you’re the one who should be pissed.”
    I got out of bed and gave him a shove toward the doorway.
    â€œNow you just wait a—” he started, but I pushed him again.
    He was still off-balance from the first push and stumbled backward, out into the main room. I collected the rest of his clothes and followed after him. There was a moment right there when I thought he was going to hit me, or at least try to, but I dumped the clothes and shoes into his arms and he instinctively grabbed hold of them. That gave me time to slip around him and open the front door of the apartment.
    â€œOut,” I told him, pointing to the hall.
    â€œJesus, would you let me put my pants—”
    â€œOut,” I repeated.
    I grabbed my umbrella from where it was leaning by the door and held it like it was a baseball bat. He took one look at my face and went out into the hall. God, I wish I’d had a camera to capture that sorry image of him standing there, as good as bare-assed, skinny legs coming out from under his T-shirt, the rest of his clothes all bundled in his arms.
    â€œThis isn’t the end of this,” he told me.
    â€œIt is for me.”
    He shook his head, his face flushed with anger.
    â€œNobody treats me like this,” he said. “I’ll make you sorry you