Page 33 of Miles

I bit my lip to keep from telling him I wanted things to go too far. I wanted them to go as far as possible.

I chuckled in an attempt to break the tension. “I guess it wouldn’t have been too comfortable, what with me in two casts and everything.” That reminded me of Ainsley and her strangeness. “Speaking of which, Ainsley said something interesting.”

“Oh? She says a lot of interesting things.” He kept his back turned, and I wondered if he was trying to hide his erection.

Something about the idea touched my heart in a way nothing had up to that point.

“This was especially interesting. She said I wouldn’t need my casts for long—I mean, they’re ruined,” I pointed out, needlessly. Of course they were ruined. He was there when I ruined them. “She made it sound like I would heal faster than I’m supposed to. Something like that. What do you think that meant?”

“Who’s to say what she means when she says any of the daft things she comes up with?” He turned to me, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

The weight of the lie hit me hard.

Why would he pretend he didn’t understand? And what was there to pretend about, anyway?

“What sort of place is this, really?” I asked, suspicion clearing away all traces of unfulfilled lust.

“What do you mean, what sort of place? What does it look like?”

“Answering a question with a question?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not sure what you want from me. This is a special place, as I told you before. Not a resort.”

“I know that. But don’t you think I should know where I am? My life has been nothing but lies for so long, since my mother died. I can feel something off here. I only ask that you tell me what it is.”

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