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buzzed her up.

When she got to my apartment, we just stood there outside the door.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

It was like the first time she had come over. Only this time, I didn’t have to lead her into the living room. This time, she was the one who took my hand and led me inside. She was the one who kissed me.

“Your hair,” she said, running her hands through it.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s so—sexy.”

I felt nervous. I let her do all of the leading. She took me into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, beckoning me to climb on top of her. But I only stood there. So she stood up again, then sat me down on the bed, kissing me ever so gently, mostly with her lips and just the tip of her tongue: my cheeks, my forehead, my neck, my shoulders. I felt her hands go up my shirt and under my bra, grabbing my tits as though she were picking apples, clumsily, not sensual. Then she caught herself and stopped for a moment. I wondered if she would take her hands away. But she only seemed to focus more on the way that she was touching, remembering, perhaps, to touch me how she would want to be touched. She grazed little circles around my areolae with each of her fingers, making her way to the very center to pinch at my nipples, which stood upright, hard for her, making me gasp.

I was even more surprised when she kissed her way down my belly, and then, looking up at me, said, “Can I?”

I said, “I want you to,” though I was scared. I hoped that my pussy would not frighten her or make her run, as though she had been in some kind of trance that would be broken once she saw me fully naked.

But instead her eyes widened in the light as she softly stroked my crease with her finger, doing exactly what I’d done to her in the past. I felt some moisture leak out of me and grew embarrassed. Just let yourself, I thought, as I felt myself get more and more turned on. It’s okay.

Gently, she spread my lips apart and ran her tongue lightly over my clit, teasing it. I’d never imagined she would do it. I wanted to thrust my pelvis in her face, say, Suck me, please, but I remained still because I wanted her to do everything.

I wondered what I tasted like to her, if I tasted like what she’d expected. But when she began to pant on my clit, I stopped thinking. I was overcome with electric goodness.

She thrust her middle finger up inside me, and I could no longer contain myself. I fucked her face to the rhythm of her sucking and came all over her, coming for a long time, longer than I had ever remembered coming.

I moved her face away quickly, too sensitive now. Then I lay back with my eyes closed, very peaceful. My head seemed to be filled with space, more space than I’d known it could hold. She lit a clove. I chewed a piece of nicotine gum. A breeze floated in through the window.

CHAPTER 71

In the morning, Miriam was Rubenesque in my bed—her hair spread out on my pillow, body placid in the sheets. I said, “Good morning,” and she put her arms around me, whispered “Good morning” back, and pulled me on top of her.

I looked up at the clock.

“Oy,” I said. “I have to get up and take a shower, get ready for work. But you stay here!”

“No! Don’t go!” she said. “Stay here with me.”

I looked at her rosy cheeks, her lips plump and pink. She could have anything she wanted from me.

“All right,” I said.

I called the office to tell them I was sick. Strep sounded official. Ana picked up at the front desk, and while I delivered the sad news of my illness Miriam tried to kiss me slurpily.

“Stop!” I whispered to her.

“What’s going on?” asked Ana.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m feverish, and it’s making me loopy.”

“Uh-huh,” she said.

I knew she thought that I was in bed with Jace.

After I’d hung up the phone, Miriam said she wanted to go to Doughy’s to get us a little feast.

“I’ll come with you,” I said.

“You stay in bed,” she said. “Let me get it. I want to do it for you.”

So I watched her get out of bed, savoring her naked figure from behind: the cascading flesh of her back,