He kept his eyes on me, keenly watching, as if he wanted to detect and interpret any signs of body language. I just kept quiet, thinking about how to politely refuse him, but in my silence, my eyes wondered and travelled. They explored, from his soft lips to his sharp nose and his eyes, down to his Adams apple, and gosh, that Adams apple, it looked so much like Hakim's, so much like it, and I just felt the silly urge to kiss it, to put my lips around it. “ So, what do you say?” He asked again, still staring intently at me. “ I don't know. Do you want to throw in your card and come in today?” I asked, and I just didn't know why, it was probably the weather or something, but my voice was low, initiating, seductive, the typical voice I used whenever I met up with a hooker in a club, whenever I decided to become a temporary whore. His hands floated in the air and landed on my cheeks. He caressed my cheeks, and with his thumb, caressed my lips, and I just let him. It was as if
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