Afterward, as they lay tangled in a heap of discarded concert blacks, she traced the scar on his ribs. “You never told anyone about Vienna,” she said.
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She kissed him like a woman starving. He responded like a man drowning. Teeth, tongue, tears—salt and grief and fifteen years of almost . She unbuckled his belt with shaking hands. He lifted her onto a sack of flour, her black dress pooling around her hips. Afterward, as they lay tangled in a heap
He should have hit her. His boss expected blood. Instead, he laughed—a low, dark sound that surprised them both. He wiped his cheek slowly, then untied her right hand. A promise
“You don’t have to do this,” he said.
She turned. Her eyes were red. “Do what? Survive? Bury my husband? Pretend I didn’t know about the affair he was having with my sister?”
He turned her face to his. His eyes were soft for the first time all night. “It was never a lie, Mira. The rivalry was just the only way I could touch you without breaking.”