She heard 'previous life' and did not understand it and did not, right now, have the capacity to ask.
What she understood was the rest of it.
Her lips trembled.
Her cunt — against her complete inability to explain it — gushed.
She felt herself get wetter hearing it. The 'I have been confessed to by a man who is standing at the foot of my bed with an erection, and my body has responded before my brain could have an opinion' betrayal of it.
"How," she said. Voice barely above a sound. "How can you be so — how are you — Viktor, that's—"
"Cruel?" He tilted his head.
She averted her face. The 'I cannot look at you while my body is doing this' sideways turn of a woman who was losing an argument she hadn't meant to enter.
Her legs moved.
Slowly.
