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“Westill…both agree.”
“Very good.”
“She’s…she’s having a little trouble.”
“She’s moving too fast,” he said.
“Yes!”
“And you need it to go slow.”
“Weneed it to go slow.”
“Remind me,monfrier, what we are going slow with again?”
“Everything.”
“Ahhh, that’s very broad,” he said, indicating his entire problem. “She will need clear exacts. Women seem to categorize things differently. Like… to us, sex may mean fucking, but to her, it’s everything else that goes with it.”
Excitement filled him at these insights. “What exactly is everything else?”
“Well, if shereallylikes you, then everything you think, do, and say—regardless of if you think you said it or did it—is all part of fucking. A man tends to partition these things and a woman cannot seem to separate them. And whatever you do, do not make the mistake of thinking you can avoid this mess by not saying or doing anything, no, no, no,” he warned lightly. “Everything you don’t say and don’t dowillcount against you in a woman’s court of law. The only justice you will ever find is in her mercy.”
Unbelievable.
“But I have good news.”
He froze, waiting.
“You want to hear it?”
“Eveque, if my ears open any more, my fucking brain might fall out.”
“Oui,” he said, laughter threatening. “Fucking fixes everything. Like a factory reset.”
“Which fucking? My kind or hers?”
“Definitely your kind. It takes practice but you will learn how to do all of it, and it will even look seamless.”
Ethan wasn’t happy with this, nor was he convinced it was correct with every woman and every man. “You’re saying I need to learn how to juggle balls and fuck at the same time.”
“Oui.”
“Oui,” he repeated, hating the word.
“My suggestion is finding somebody she can talk to. On top of all the mess we accidentally create when fixing things, we’re also a disease that disables their ability to think straight.”
“Well, that’s becoming a two-way street,” he assured.
“Don’t allow her to change the facts.”
“Which are?”
“You want her more than you’ve ever wanted anything. Oui?”
He slid his hand over his forehead. “Yes,” he admitted.
“And she is in the same boat?”
