Rules of the Game. James Wood

She lay quite still; watching him.     The reflection in the wardrobe mirror showed him to her. A tall, lean young man without the paunchiness of middle-age or even the mature roundness of the thirties. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     'Drink?'     The question was thrown over his shoulder; casual; matter of fact.     'I'd love one.'     She heard her own voice; calm, unemotional. Not the voice that had cried out with pleasure just a few moments ago. 🧲 Вот как другие зарабатывают деньги…