Chapitre 87: Chapter 87

“Huh? Oh, uh, I don’t…”

“What haveyou done?”

“Umm.” Marlow ducked his head. “N-not much. No orgasms with outside assistance?”

“Is that all you need?”

“To break the curse?” He looked at Remy, whose expression held no trace of mocking. “Maybe? But no, I think it’s based on what it means to me, since she was looking in my head when she cast the spell. And to me I’ve always thought more of, you know…” He held up his hands but wasn’t entirely sure what he was attempting to mimic. “Either I’d…or someone else would…”

“Marlow,” Remy said in his most chiding voice, one of the few times he’d called Marlow by his name, “if you can’t even say the words…”

“Penetration,” Marlow spit out. “Which I get is like puritanical bullshit and shouldn’t matter, and whatever works for other people is fine for them, but for me, I mean, it’s just…it’s what I always—”

“What you wanted. Then that’s what we’ll do.”

“We will?”