It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man. Too long. She had almost forgotten that ripe, heavy throb of attraction and desire that could instantly drug her body and mind more thoroughly than any hard liquor.
All beings desire pleasure, a surcease of need or want, and there is no shame in that.
This is how The Jewel operates. Status is our sole occupation. Gossip is our currency.
It would be easier to forget you," he says to me, "and these past few weeks we've had together. It would be easier if I could hate you. But the sad truth is, I will more than likely love you for the rest of my life.
