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it against my raw skin. He tied off the condom and wrapped it in toilet paper as I sat up.
    “Stay there,” he said, pressing my legs open.
    Was he going to have me again? I didn’t think I could take it. Though I was already feeling twinges of shame and guilt, I wouldn’t have turned him down. He balled up a wad of tissue and pressed it between my legs, cleaning me. The gesture was so much more intimate than the actual sex that I blushed.
    “I can’t send you back outside with sex dripping down your leg, now can I?”
    Despite the sounds from the party, I’d forgotten that there would be a “back outside.” I’d forgotten about Daniel, his meek request that I come back to him, and the air of forgiveness my attendance was supposed to provide. I closed my legs and sat up.
    “I have to get back out there.” I put my left shoe on all the way and popped off the vanity. “Thank you.”
    “My pleasure.”
    The shreds of my underwear tickled my inner thighs, bunching as only ripped lace could. I straightened my skirt and smoothed my stockings, knowing he was watching me. I didn’t look at him as I went for the door.
    He slipped between me and the knob. “Contessa.”
    “Yes?”
    “Don’t leave like this.”
    “How should I leave?”
    He kissed my forehead, and I let myself enjoy the tenderness. I didn’t want to rush out, but I couldn’t delude myself into thinking I was fully present, either.
    “It doesn’t have to be meaningless,” he said.
    “You won’t answer questions about your life, and I’m still in love with my ex. I don’t know how it can be meaningful.”
    “I’ll answer one question right now if you kiss me back like you mean it.”
    “Why are you doing this? You’re the one who wanted two bodies meeting and no more.”
    “Because I can’t walk out of this room like this. You’re like a stranger all of a sudden. One question.”
    “The girl. Who was she? To you, I mean? Why did you come here for her?”
    “That’s three questions.”
    “Pick one.”
    “My sister. She’s my sister. Her name is Nella.”
    “And?”
    He bit his lip and looked down at my face. After a second, I realized he wasn’t going to answer me.
    “Excuse me.” I pushed him away, but he shoved me against the door.
    “I want my kiss,” he said.
    “That was no kind of answer.”
    “I answered two of the three. If you only cared about the last one, you should have said so.”
    “Lawyer.” I said it like an indictment, and he smirked. I elbowed him, but he caught my forearms and pinned me to the door.
    “Your underwear’s already ripped, and if I checked, I bet you’re wet again.”
    “Get off me,” I said.
    “I should fuck you right now.”
    “Go to hell.”
    I twisted, but his hands were bruising, and the growing hardness of his dick was enough to weaken my knees and my resolve. “Take your kiss then.”
    He did, without hesitation or gentleness, prying my mouth open with his tongue, thick with the taste of my pussy. He pulled away when we had to breathe, and we stared at each other, panting.
    “I hope you enjoyed that,” I said. “Now excuse me.”
    He backed away from the door, and I went through it before he and his beautiful dick could stop me. The air outside the bathroom felt fresher and thinner. I smoothed my dress again and pulled the pins out of my hair, letting it fall down in a red cascade. It was easier to keep that way.
    I felt a weight between my legs. I could easily get my appearance together for the rest of the party. But I couldn’t hide the fact that my cheeks were pink with arousal and my nipples stood on end. My arms still had goose bumps, and I was so wet I felt the moisture inside my thighs. But I walked outside as if it were my house, my party, my world, because that’s what I did. It was easier than math.
    Dinner had started. Daniel was at his table with an empty seat next to him. He hadn’t mentioned the seating arrangements, but they shouldn’t have surprised me.