Chapter 74 A Throne Made of Knives

• If I had to be honest, and if I listened to what my body was telling me, I’d say that I didn’t physically hate getting intimate with Roy. Once a woman slept with a man once or twice, she wouldn’t mind sleeping with him a third or fourth time. She’d want a slice of the cake after tasting a bite of it. Furthermore, Roy was extremely good at seducing me—he knew where my sensitive spots were and he knew how to make me lose my mind.
• However, I was no longer the same person that I used to be after I came to the realization. At that point, I knew that I could only get physically, but not emotionally, intimate with Roy. We could fool around, and we could sleep together, but I knew that I would only get hurt if I longed for anything else. There is no in-between—women can either be pure and innocent or smart and manipulative. Once a woman decides to manipulate her partner, her partner might be surprised to discover how cunning she could be.
• The shower, the bed; we were tangled up with each other everywhere we went. It was almost as if we both knew that we didn’t have a lot of time left with each other.