He said that he felt like my rape was his fault for coming up with the separation idea in the first place. I told him in no uncertain terms that it wa... BOTH of our ideas to separate and that whatever his motivation, even if it was childish, I needed the space to become a stronger person.I added that I thought that I had proven that I had achieved the strength of character that I was seeking. I had experienced the worst possible thing that could happen to a woman and I was still in my right. ‘You’re up late,’ Xavier said. Marco nodded. ‘Sleep catches up to you eventually, even when there’s work to do. Come down and have coffee with me?’ Xavier followed the photographer downstairs and sat on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter while Marco poured thick black coffee into a pair of chunky mugs. Xavier added large doses of cream and sugar to his. ‘You are full of surprises, Mr. Gavrilov.’ Xav raised his brows inquiringly while he sipped at the hot coffee. ‘How come you. I hear you take a deep breath as you scoot in your seat, making yourself more comfortable. I watch the countryside pass by out my window as my fingertips start to curl over the top of your thigh, softly caressing your inner thigh. As I slowly start to spread my fingers apart on your leg, I feel my ‘pinky’ slip inside the bottom edge of your shorts. You continue to drive in silence, seeming to not notice my fingertip, your hand still caressing my neck and hair. Not saying a word, I lift my. I’ve been to plenty of other jazz clubs since then—they’re popular in big American cities—but I’m glad I first encountered one quite by accident in Paris.That night, well, no, I did not dream of jazz clubs or smooth legs, much as I’d have liked to. As far as I can remember I didn’t dream of anything at all.But the next morning I was so lazy in bed, I didn’t feel like getting up right away and since it was a Saturday I didn’t have to. I sent her a flirting text in the morning (“Why aren’t you.