Cleo was stiff from sleeping
on the sofa, but grateful that she had avoided any attempt at conjugal union, admittedly
a seldom occurrence as sleep usually took priority. Robert had not married Cleo
for her womanliness. She was a trophy won because Cleo was grateful for his
friendship. There had never really been anything ‘between them’ after the
novelty of Cleo being ‘interested’ had worn off, and in truth, Cleo had never
been interested, only accommodating.
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