They coursed freely down my face, burned my throat.
Something was wrong with me, and it had ruined Ceilos and me forever. I could feel it as surely as the cold air around us, as the fading atmosphere outside the dome. “Then why don’t you-” I flinched, and he lowered his volume. “I thought… I thought you loved me, too.” “I’m sorry, Nadin,” he said, his voice impossibly small. He pushed away from me, getting to his feet.
I couldn’t bear to see the hurt on Ceilos’ face, couldn’t understand what I had done to cause it. Why would I like that?! my mind screamed, but I couldn’t find my voice. He blinked a few times, his eyes coming back into focus. The opening example in particular may make some readers feel uncomfortable Note: this post contains discussion of sexual consent issues. blogs at The Notes Which Do Not Fit, and has written a number of book reviews of asexual fiction.
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