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"Come on, Vee," he pressed, pushing off the table and moving toward her. "How am I supposed to fix it if I don’t know what I did?" He reached her just as she covered the pot, trapping the simmering contents beneath the lid. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against him.
For a second, she let him.
Then she turned.
"When was the last time we fucked?" she asked.
The question hit him like a misfired bulle ...
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