Bert did the slow blink, and what little warmth he'd managed to get into his gray eyes faded. It doesn't seem to hurt Jean-Claude's, I said. We went through the glass doors into a little entry area that reminded me of the front of a nice restaurant, complete with a little desk and a maître d'. Whatever you say, lover.
I caught my breath in time to scream. He took both my hands in his, and there was such a serious look in his eyes that I was afraid. He was being careful around me again, and I didn't know why. I dried off, wrapped a towel around my hair, and put the robe on.
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