It was such strong language. I didn’t know what to make of it. I knew it thrilled me, but I knew that it was wrong to feel thrilled about this. I was bad. Dirty. Horrible. More than anything, I was afraid.
“I have to go,” I said.
“We’ll talk,” he said, watching me trip and stumble down the hall, away from him, wondering what I’d gotten myself into now.
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