'If I fuck you I'll have to stay' he said whilst buttoning up the final button on his jeans and reaching for his jacket.
'And if I stay I may never leave.'
He zipped up his jacket and took a gulp from a glass of water on a cabinet next to a stack of old magazines.
'And if this cycle starts up again I may never get to see Paris.'
'I'm not ready to be a victim.'
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