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what I was nervously hinting at, ā€œThere was a little bit of blood, but no more than I couldnā€™t handle with some tissues.

The water squeaked to a stop and, before I knew it, I was being lowered into the restored claw-foot tub, Hugo following close behind.      Gentle as ever, he washed me all over. Toe to head and then back again, even washing my hair.

No mean feat, considering Iā€™d let it grow down nearly to my waist. I usually kept it in a braid, or even a bun, like I had on the video-call. Yet, there it was, long and loose, my sweet lover shampooing and rinsing every inch with all care and attention.

The sex had been wonderful, amazing even. Though when it came to intimacy, washing my hair probably took the most trust. Sex happened all the time. Lots of times between strangers. Iā€™d never let anyone wash my hair. At least since I was old enough to do it myself. A surrender I never thought Iā€™d make. Yet there was something about Hugo that made me trust him innately. Something that let me know that he would never hurt me. Not just so I believed it as a conviction but knew it as an objective fact.

Egyptian cotton kissed my skin as Hugo patted me dry. He moved over me with a meticulous efficiency, leaving not a spot of moisture anywhere on me. Wrapping a second towel around my hair, he put us both into pure silk robes, Chinese dragons rampaging on the back.

Once again in his arms, I was carried back to the bed and tucked in under the heavy duvet. Keeping a hand on me at all times, Hugo went around to the other side and climbed in beside me, my body instinctively rolling toward him. He took me in a warm embrace and held me until I fell asleep.

Chapter Seven - Vega

It wasnā€™t what I expected. Though often, the part you donā€™t expect was the good stuff. I wasnā€™t sure what it spoke to more, but I really had expected the two weeks with Hugo to be a continuous sexual escapade.

My initial virginity in no way dampening my enthusiasm for the prospect. He seemed to know that. And what the likely result would be. My ravenous desire for sex leveling off, at least to more manageable levels. The final release of years of pent up frustration, as satisfying as it was edifying.

I was certainly up for more, but also understood the importance of interludes. For the sake of my health and comfort if nothing else. Iā€™d only just started learning what could be done. Probably best to take it easy at first. Until my body had time to adjust to the new reality.

Pages rolled in a steady rhythm. Like the tide on the beach, slow and measured. The powerful, visceral sentences coming together to punch me in the heart. This manuscript was curb-stomping my feelings until I wanted to cry out in pain. But despite the agony the book put me through, I also couldnā€™t stop, an undeniable drive compelling me to continue, as though it would hurt more to stop.

It was all there. The poetry, the humor. The glorious, glorious historical references. Woven together into a tapestry worthy of the Vatican. Yet, struck through with an aching agony I could feel pressing in my chest as the narrative unwound. Each page, each paragraph bursting a new wealth-spring of tears I refused to let flow.

I stole a look at Hugo as he busied himself on his computer, waiting for my notes on the first few chapters. The book was broken into smaller sections to make the editing process easier. I wondered how much of it was true. It was difficult to imagine such authentic anguish coming out of nowhere.

There must have been something. An event, small or large, that gave him some insight. Most likely in the past five years, because his earlier writing had no such elements. I couldnā€™t see the cracks, but could sense something had broken. Most likely his heart.

ā€œWhat do you think?

He might as well have asked how many licks to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. How the fuck was I supposed to answer that question? I couldnā€™t without the risk of hurting him even more.

ā€œLuminous,ā€ I hedged, going for the nicest descriptor to hand, ā€œlike your earlier work but also stands alone. There is a new - maturity.

I did my best not to make it sound like a question. There was maturity to be sure. As well as the stinging, lashing wages of hard experience. One came more readily to mind than the other. It took some quick thinking to come up with a compromise, ā€˜maturityā€™ not the first descriptor that came to mind.

ā€œThank you. I really wasnā€™t sure it was, you know, any good. I only started working on it again a couple years ago. Perhaps Iā€™d lost my touch.

I wanted to reassure him. Quote what Harlan Ellison said about how writers get to a level below which they did not sink. It seemed inappropriate, considering all the new blood, metaphorical and apparently literal, that had gone into the new manuscript. If the foreshadowing was anything to go by. He would hate the comparison but Hugo really did have a mystery writerā€™s sense of structure. Nothing came out of nowhere. Each element present, sometimes very subtly, to the end. It was unlikely heā€™d have read Sherlock Holmes as a boy, but there was more than one French-language equivalent.

The beast grumbled, Hugoā€™s joining in chorus. Their urgency clear as it was undeniable. Hunger was becoming of paramount focus.

We had already eaten lunch, some kind soul leaving a tray outside the office door. Predicting we wouldnā€™t be making it to the dining room. I thought of the woman whoā€™d taken me to him and wondered how much staff he still had that I hadnā€™t seen, especially for the actual vineyard. There were no grapes on the plants that

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