[When she doesn’t move, he does. It’s wrong —— he knows it’s wrong —- but it feels like enough permission to put a broad palm on her chest, just over her heart, and push her firmly against the wall. His head bent to her, the tip of his nose laid against the bridge of hers, he says:]
I’ll lay you in your bed if you don’t tell me to go right now.
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I’ll lay you in your bed if you don’t tell me to go right now.