That was how it began I suppose - the fantasies. With him so engrossed in his papers and me engrossed in him.
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"I'm not gay." I tell her, knowing she won't believe me. I was never a good liar. She huffs, tugs me up from the ground and spins me until my body is touching hers.
"What the hell-" I hiss, but then stop myself. She purses her lips, moving toward my ear.
"He's watching."
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