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When I go back to the living room, made up and dressed up, Silas is there waiting. He looks freshly showered and is now wearing chinos and a light sweater that shows a hint of his muscles. We’ve just had sex and I already want him again. He looks up from his phone and… Is that a double take? Can’t be. Whatever it was, it disappears in seconds and his face goes back to the usual cool sardonic mask.