[ Alina had offered, Nikolai recalls. Balanced on Aleksander's lap, eyes glassy, fabric of her toga coming apart, as she reached for him. Nikolai remembers weighing the offer, considering the possibilities afforded to him, choosing what felt like a lesser transgression.
Here, in this bed, she is clear-eyed. Steadier for their slow kissing and the idle wanderings of their hands. Nikolai lays a hand flat over her chest, fingers resting at the hollow of her throat, over the ragged skin and jutting bone rising from her collar ]
If you'd like to, [ is something near to a yes. ] But not because you think I wasn't enjoying myself.
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Here, in this bed, she is clear-eyed. Steadier for their slow kissing and the idle wanderings of their hands. Nikolai lays a hand flat over her chest, fingers resting at the hollow of her throat, over the ragged skin and jutting bone rising from her collar ]
If you'd like to, [ is something near to a yes. ] But not because you think I wasn't enjoying myself.