Smooth

It goes well until Knives removes his shirt. He pulls the insurance girl to him, hot and desperate in his arms until she jerks away.

He stares, feeling an unexpected sense of betrayal. "Why?"

"I can't do this." The look on Meryl's face is strange; this surprises her too.

"I'm just like him." It was a fair exchange. She would seek pleasure with him, imagining he was someone else; he would have pleasure, stealing from his brother once more.

"But you're not." She reaches out to touch his chest. The pale skin beneath her fingers is smooth. "You're too perfect."