Page 119 of A Temporary Forever

“I already do that—for free, and with joy.”

He pinches my hip. “Okay, unlimited access to your pussy.”

I laugh. “Are you turning me into your personal sex worker?”

“I can afford it, since you didn’t buy that airplane.” He gestures to my plate. “Now cure your hangover, so I can fuck you nice and slow on this counter.”

I snort, but get serious. When I asked for help, I wanted him to deal with the bank, or at least accompany me. “You don’t have to pay my loan.”

“I’m still going to do it. I wish I knew how much the school meant to you sooner.”

I take another bite and almost moan. Fuck, how did I not know he makes eggs like a pro?

“Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the theater, but the school was different. Dance is joy, and I love spreading joy. It’s amazing to see women and girls dropping their inhibitions, their image issues, their insecurities behind the door and experiencing freedom.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s just an ego trip. On the stage, anyone can replace me, but in my school, I mattered. I felt irreplaceable.”

He studies me, tracing his fingers alongmy hairline, down my neck, over my shoulder. “You’re irreplaceable.”

Lily

@Celeste can you come to the bistro for a few candid pics?

Me

What?

Cora

Lily’s starting my social media campaign

Me

You can’t afford me. LOL

Cora

Free lattes for life?

Me

I’m already getting those! (devil emoji)

Cora

Exactly! You owe me:-)

Me

Okay, I’ll come in an hour

Saar

I hate you all

Me

???

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