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    â€œThree days, Phin. And this was fun. Staring at textbooks all day? Not so much.”
    â€œWe had a good day. It’s not always like this. Sometimes I go out and come back with nothing.”
    â€œBut you still have fun.”
    He lifted a shoulder. Pool wasn’t really about fun for him. It was just a means to an end, unlike when he’d first learned. They picked up a pizza on the way back to his apartment. Layla insisted on paying for it out of her winnings.
    At home, Phin popped the tops on a couple of beers while Layla opened the pizza. She’d found an action movie on TV and sat curled on the corner of his couch. It all felt so normal. Like they belonged here together. He shook his head to lose the thought. Layla was passing through the same way he was, and they were headed in opposite directions. She had a life ready and waiting for her. He was still scrambling to figure his out.
    He sat next to her and they ate while making fun of the crappy acting in the movie. When the movie ended, they got ready for bed together. Layla had become uncharacteristically quiet. He should ask her what was wrong, but he didn’t want to care. Seriousness didn’t fit into what they had going. Fun and games until it was time for her to hit the road.
    Lying in bed, Phin needed to get them back on track. What better way to have fun than to have sex? Layla hadn’t bothered to put on clothes. There was no pretense that they might not have sex. They wanted each other, and playing pool all day, shooting dirty looks across the table, had turned them both on.
    She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. The woman liked to think she was in control all the time.
    â€œHey,” she started, and waited to have his full attention.
    He stopped groping her breasts and looked at her face.
    â€œI had the best time ever today. Thank you for that.”
    â€œNot a problem.” He sat up and took a nipple into his mouth.
    She pulled away and shoved him back down on the bed. Kissing her way down his neck and then his torso, Layla played with his body. She traced lines along his ribs with her nails, bit at his nipples, and then licked a long trail down his body.
    It wasn’t until she had gotten to his hip that he realized her intention and jolted up, grabbing her shoulders.
    â€œWhat?” she asked, startled.
    â€œYou don’t have to do that.”
    She wiggled away. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
    She moved down his body again and he pulled her up. “No.”
    Layla laughed. “What do you mean, no? I’ve never come across a man who didn’t want a blow job.”
    He tossed her off him and sat up. “I don’t.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, putting his back to her. He’d never had such a persistent woman before. He’d had other offers, but when he’d relieved them of the expectation, they’d always been more than happy to stop.
    But not Layla. Her fingers stroked his back before he felt her breasts pressed to him. “What is it?” she asked softly.
    How could he explain? He’d said he had left the gypsy life behind him, but some things from childhood were imbedded so deep, he didn’t know how to let go. “I was taught . . . in our culture . . .” There was no way to do this without sounding stupid.
    He knew it didn’t make sense, but his gut reaction was always the same. It was bad, dirty, impure.
    She kissed his shoulder and threaded her fingers into his hair. “Tell me.”
    â€œI was raised to believe that anything below the waist was . . .” He sighed. “The only word I’ve got is impure. In my culture, we don’t wash our shirts or face towels with pants or underwear. After she gives birth, a woman’s husband stays away from her in that way.”
    Layla pulled away from his back. He knew she’d be ready to pack up and go, so he stood.
    â€œI know it sounds