With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. The image did not move. Lucy waited for the next Phys. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered.
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