Page 282 of Breaking the Rules

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She nods. "You trust him?"

I nod. "I want to tell him… I think I have to." My fingers dig into the ceramic. "Sex isn't the same."

"Not good?"

"No. It's good. But I… it's around the edges. When we were…" I clear my throat. "He got aggressive."

"Yeah?" Her voice is soft. Caring.

It's like her.

But I hate it.

"Can you say something dirty about it?" I tap my toes against the tile floor. "Please?"

"Aggressive how? Like grabbing you? Or spankings? Or fucking your mouth?"

"Oh my God. Mental images!"

"Because that can be really hot."

"Ew."

"If he's holding you in place and—"

"Oh my God, stop." I make a point of covering my ears.

But she doesn't. "And he's going so deep you can barely take it. Staring at you with this intense look that screamsyou're mine."

Disgusting.

So disgusting.

But exactly what I need to hear to make this better.

"He was pushing the back of my head," I say.

She tries to keep it light. "Hot."

But my head won't go there. "Yeah. It was. But then, it was like… I could just feelhishands and I… I had to stop it."

"Did he—"

"He did. He was cool about it. Like it was just a preference. But then… I don't know. He must know something is up."

"It's yours to tell."

"Yeah. But… I… I want to fuck him so badly."

"I get that."

My gaze shifts to my wedges. "I'm not sure I can."

"You don't have to do it now."

"I do."

She laughs. "Youcanwait."

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