Natasha

[Warning- Long ass chapter ahead.]

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“Nat!”

I looked up from the table to see Rithik standing on the other side of the cafeteria. He was on his way towards me when another guy greeted him and they started talking. Fuck him, he just had to come between my food again. That too, when I was having my burger. Not to mention my hoes (Khushboo and Ayesha), who were making sneaky faces besides me.

“Aw, so he calls you Nat now. Cute.” Khushboo commented dreamily.

“Oh, Natty, come to Daddy!” Ayesha  cooed along, hugging herself. I pinched them both, earning them a groan.

“You're welcome.” I made a face, followed by another when Rithik arrived. “And how may I welcome you, cockblocker?”

His brows furrowed in amusement. “Woah, salty much.”

“Rule number one for being Natasha's boyfriend— don't interrupt her while she eats.” I didn't know whether to strangle Ayesha for mentioning that sick word, or thank her for saying the rest. Nonetheless, I took that chance to take another bite.

“I'll... keep that in mind.” Glad to know I wasn't the only one cringing at the word ‘boyfriend’. He placed his hand on the table leaning towards me. “Listen, my next class is about to start. I just need a minute to talk.”

“Then talk here or meet me after class.”

He glanced over at my friends, passing an awkward smile before facing me with a puppy-eyed look. “Can't do either. Please Nat, just this one minute.”

I finally left the seat in an annoyance. Suffice to say that my romance with my burger was officially destroyed. 

In addition, I was received with curious looks and wriggled brows from the bitches when I returned to the table. Normally Khushboo and Ayesha wouldn't usually mock me with guys I hooked up with. However, the tables turned that fateful morning, three days ago.

When I knocked onto the doorstep of my apartment at five in the morning, I previously thought it would be just Boo. Not only Khushboo but Ayesha was also sleeping in the house. Let's just say I managed to boggle their eyes when they noticed Rithik, instead of the Virat- look-alike they paired me up with. More so, when I told Rithik to sleep in my bed, instead of heading home. As much as I loved having the bed to myself, I couldn't let him go in his zombie-like state. I recalled how he nodded sheepishly, drew out a lousy yawn, unbuckled his belt, before heading straight to my bedroom.

“Later, skanks. Kill me later,” I mirrored his yawn and disappeared into my room as well.

Thankfully, Rithik didn't extend his stay for long. I saw him leaving around nine- thirty while I fully woke up at twelve. I didn't even want to recall the way I was interrogated by those bitches afterwards. I ended up spilling out everything. They were under the impression that we were both whipped in love. The star struck looks they threw were exactly like now. As if Rithik had planned to propose all three of us together.

“He just asked me to stay the night since his parents will be out.” I told straight away. When they asked if I agreed, I huffed, “Obviously I said no—”

“And why would you—”

“— at first.”

Khushboo raised a brow. “So what changed your mind then?”

That got me smiling like a creep. “I said I'd agree on one condition.”

~

I watched a series when I was thirteen. A show that featured multiple characters stuck in an unknown island. It had its fair share of romance. There was this particular scene where a half naked man cooked meat under the fire since his lady love was shit at it. Let's just say that lady wasn't the only one drooling at the sight of his arms and bronzed chest muscles flexing while he cooked. Call me a helpless fangirl but there was something incredibly sexy about a hot hunk cooking for someone. It has been in my list of fantasies ever since.

And Rithik Arora was making them true tonight.

“I made a little something for you.” Rithik told me, while I eye raped him. It was a delight seeing him holding a plate wearing nothing but an apron (as per my request). My shameless hands reached out to feel the curves of his muscles all the way to his taut butt, making him stir. I continued touching him while strictly warning him against dropping his plate. He stiffened when I reached under the apron to coil my fingers around his shaft.

I smirked.

“Natasha, please...” Rithik mumbled quietly with his jaw clenched when I began to run my soft palm along his hard length. Slowly, I made my way behind his back to hug him with the sole purpose of pressing my pussy against his butt. My fingers began to rub faster. He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. Oh how I loved the look of pure agony on his face.

“Not yet, baby,” I replied when he begged me to free him. Thus, I continued to masturbate him. He almost ended up losing control of the plate when I bent down to take him in my mouth. Funny, he wasn't telling me to stop now, despite the situation. I wondered what he made.

“You can put your plate down.” I told him eventually. He wasn't the only one aroused in the room.

“You masochist!” He growled as he placed the plate aside. Then in a moment too soon, he hurled me to his shoulder with my face upside down, facing his butt. I let out a surprise squeal. “You've been a bad, bad girl. Time to teach you a lesson.”

“I can barely wait to be disciplined, Sir.” I managed to reply and giggled as he threw me on his bed. Thus we proceeded to fulfill our sexual hunger for the night.

Or atleast we thought so.

Since I already aroused Rithik hard enough earlier, it was no surprise that he came first. Alas, his dick couldn't help it. I was yet to orgasm. He didn't give up though. It was when he peppered kisses on the inside of my thighs did I realize what he was aiming for. His mouth inched closer and closer to my center, making me squirm in delight.

Relax, Natasha. Just relax and don't think about anything.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on my cl.it. It was nice until his mouth closed around my pussy again, opening a particular can of memories that I kept closed. My body that felt so hot before, grew rigid as stone. I drew away from him as if he was boiling water.

“It's okay. I'm done anyway.” I rasped. His brows knitted together like he didn't believe a word of it. I touched his shoulder. “We are not obligated to come every time we have sex.”

He gently drew my hand away. “It wouldn't be fair if I come and you don't. And especially not fair when you give me such a mind-blowing head while I'm not allowed to do the same.”

“I told you already. I'm not comfortable with oral.” It was the truth. It was one thing I never allowed men to do. I'd be fine with going down on them, but not the other way around. I felt the need to massage my temple. I hated having this conversation and that was when we already talked about it, three times before. “Can we just mov—”

“That's some load shit of crap coming out of your mouth. I don't even need to ask how reactive your body was to my actions just now...” His frown deepened as he continued to access me. He inched closer to my face. “There's something else, isn't it? Tell me the real reason.”

He didn't look like he was going to back away anytime soon. If there was one thing I realized about Rithik, it was his stubbornness. The infuriating and the irresistible kind. I averted my eyes, letting out an excruciating sigh.

“It was during my second semester. I was hooking up with this dickhead, whom I shared Applied mechanics classes with. He was okay, not great. But when he got down on me for the first time...” I facepalmed before raising my head, trying to come up with the right words. “It- it was like a dog wagging its tail. The way he stuck out his tongue and shook his head like a psycho, suggested otherwise. I didn't know whether to laugh or leave when he assumed how amazing I was feeling. I stopped him before his rugged face caused blisters in my skin. He didn't want to give up though, so the stupid me decided to give him another go. Gave him a few tips too, hoping it would do the trick.”

“Then?”

“Imagine a woman taking your cock in her mouth and on the way, her teeth scratches with your sensitive skin.”

“Ow!” He grimaced, placing a hand between his legs, probably envisioning the pain.

I clenched my jaw, “That's exactly what I felt when he went down, the second time. Just what part of nibbling gently did the fucker not understand. It hurt like a bitch! I was almost in tears. I rushed towards the toilet, did whatever I could to lessen the pain, and left without saying another word. I never let the guy go down on me ever since.”

A moment of pregnant silence later, he asked, “You mean you never experienced oral after that?”

“I wanted to, but couldn't. Whenever someone went down on me, that memory cockblocked it. Like having PTSD from it. I gave up.” I watched Rithik who seemed to be lost in his world of thoughts. His question repeated in my head, and I realised that perhaps I haven't been completely honest. “I did experience it recently, though.”

His head snapped back in puzzlement, “Recently? With me?”

“No.” I bit my lip. “Remember Kunal? The guy you met while we were ignoring each other.”

“Your ex boyfriend?”

“Err, ex- fuck buddy.” I corrected. Somehow saying ex-fuck buddy sounded odd, too. Then again, I never understood what kind of fuck buddies Kunal and I were, honestly.

“So you allowed him but not anyone else. Why?”

That was easy, “Because I trust him.”

“And you don't trust me?”

There was a gradual shift in the atmosphere that I wasn't starting to like. “It's not like that— I mean technically, I hooked up with Kunal before that disaster. He was my first so I know how he is. I know he wouldn't hurt me.”

“But you still allowed him to go down again, didn't you? If you had been scarred by that experience, you wouldn't have.” His words dawned on me. He was right. If I really was traumatized, I wouldn't have been comfortable with Kunal either. Quite on the contrary, I found myself enjoying it. Which meant...

My thought process was interrupted with Rithik pushing me down with his large body above me. His dark chocolate eyes fell heavy, rendering me speechless but what he said next, stole my breath away.

“Trust me.”

“But, I...”

His forehead touched mine, “You have been with me long enough to know how I am. Tell me, has there ever been an instance where I scared you off?”

“No. No, you didn't, but—”

“Then trust me on this.”

And he disappeared off my sight. He was really taking this whole thing seriously. He clasped his mouth around my breast and belly while his other hand fingered me. If he was trying to make me wet again, he was well succeeding.

My heart began to pace faster when I sensed him going south. My palms left him to grab the sheets in anticipation. I closed my eyes shut— both in excitement and dread, when he finally went down on me.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it...

Before my mind got plagued, Rithik did something incredible. He left his tongue to replace with his two fingers again. He alternated between his fingers and tongue, making sure not to keep it for long. It was both reliving but frustrating at the same time. I wanted to let go of this ridiculous fear, and enjoy what I had been deprived for so long. My mind was rolling. The pressure was building up to the point where I was close to come.

Then, in a moment too soon, he stopped to raise his head to my level, catching me by surprise. I blinked.

“You're still stiff,” he whispered, placing either hand on my cheek and stole my lips in a stupendous kiss. The kiss was neither fast, nor slow. It was meaningful. It was as if he was letting me know that he wasn't going to hurt me. That he wanted me to savor this moment. We kissed and kissed until my insides fluttered. When he finally broke away to look at me, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes looked so intense and alluring that I couldn't help stealing another peck. It was my way of saying I was ready.

The next couple of minutes went in a blur. I couldn't get hold of what was happening. I was too busy gripping the bedsheets and curling my toes, letting out escatic ‘sighs’. More often than not, Rithik had to bring my thighs down. Bolts of electricity shot from the centre to my entire body. His tongue gently nibbled down my cl.it, before sucking it down, rendering me shitless. It wasn't long before I came. He wasn't done yet though, as he brought his mouth a little lower and ate me out until I saw stars. Every muscle inside me tightened until I exploded. I actually squirted a bit in the end. Damn, when was the last time I felt this way? It was phenomenal.

Rithik fell completely limp besides me, his heavy breaths filling my ears. Funny, I could still feel the muscles throbbing inside my core. He fell into a semi-transparent sleeping state while I stared at him in awe. God, I could marry the guy just for this.

~

It was a nice change staying in Rithik's somewhat spacious apartment, rather than his congested garage room. It was a typical middle class residence with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and a kitchen. Fortunately, their apartment was in the topmost floor which gave them access to the terrace above. Before arriving here, I had to be absolutely sure his parents, under no circumstances returned out of the blue.

“Here.” Rithik offered me the dish he was due to give earlier. He had prepared a vegetable burger to compensate for the loss of the same yesterday. It was cold by the time we returned to the kitchen so he had to heat it in the microwave. He watched in anticipation as I took a bite. “How is it?”

“Yum.” To show my appreciation, I walked upto him, stood on my tip toes and placed a chastised kiss on the cheek.

For a second, he stood transfixed as if I just electrocuted him. A bemused smile played his lips. “What was that for?”

“Just expressing my gratitude for today,” I said, smiling blissfully and sat down to finish my burger.

~

Another half an hour later, Rithik was was back in his black apron, except this time he was wearing boxers. He didn't want to risk getting seduced by me again. Such a shame. I sat on the slab, watching him mix the vegetables in the frying pan with a spatula. The vegetables included green peas, green beans, broccoli, carrots and cheese. My stomach was already grumbling at the aroma of the spices mixed in it while my eyes fancied the way his brawny arm held the spatula with his fingers. Needless to say, I was in a very sappy mood.

“So what are your other favourite dishes?”

“Do that thing na.” I paused to describe it further with my hands. “That thing where you bounce off the vegetables and spin the pan by its handle. Come on, you must have seen men doing it in the movies.”

“Natasha, you're behaving weird.”

“Do you want to fulfill my fantasties or not?!”

“Sure, sure.” I watched in absolute fascination— the way his forehead creased slightly and the way his arms moved when he bounced off the vegetables, followed by a loud hiss. Watching Rithik cook was something I imagined ever since I saw him working at the bar. Ah, I could barely wait to taste his handmade food.

“Have you seen little kids waiting in front of a cotton candy stall? Their big, googly eyes as they watch the cotton bloat.” Rithik spoke after he covered the pan with a lid to let the contents heat. “That's exactly how you're looking right now.”

“Well, excuse me for looking.” I said, offended and jumped off the slab. Did I really look that witless? Maybe I shouldn't act so freely around him.

“Hey, chill, I was only teasing. Don't take it seriously.” His arms came from behind, closing all the way to my waist. “It's just rare to see you so happy and carefree. You should be like this more often. Makes you irresistibly cute.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. At that moment, I couldn't be more grateful for him standing behind me. I pushed his hands away, successfully getting off his embrace. “Go watch over your food before it gets burnt, you dumbfuck.”

He didn't guarantee his food would turn out spectacular but they did. The mixed vegetables were good. Not to forget the burger. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same about chapati. They weren't as soft as expected. Not to mention its weird triangular shape. Not wanting to waste any more dough than he already did, I stepped in to help. Never the one to miss the beat, he requested me to wear the same apron he was wearing, this time over my bikini. The roles were reversed, with me cooking and him watching from the sidelines like Edward Cullen.

“Wow, you are an expert,” he commented as he watched how quickly I shaped the roti and slammed it on the flat pan. 

“Years of experience, baby.”

“Oh, so you cook at home. Since when?”

“Around eleven years, I guess.” More like forced to.

Rithik didn't let me cook in silence, though. He began asking me about Kunal and how I lost my virginity with him. In return, he recited his first time. A series of casual questionnaire began, revolving around our personal experiences and mishaps. He listened to me like he was genuinely interested in my hook- up life. Why, I didn't know?

After I was done making butter chapattis (the fucktard requested to make four, just because it was made by me) and salad, I sat on the dining table while Rithik served. It just dawned on me how horribly cheesy our situation looked. A girl staying at a boy's house, cooking dinner together and having sex. But as soon my taste buds met roasted paneer, green beans, and peas in all the masala's wrapped in butter chapatti, I melted. Rithik wore the same expression as well. We shared a knowing look, silently acknowledging our efforts. Thus, we ate our food in silence.

After devouring all the spicy stuff, naturally my tongue was in a mood for something sweet. Thankfully, Rithik had some of the ice- cream saved up in the freezer. He suggested a change of place by having ice cream on the terrace. I readily agreed.

~

With a few stars shining in the dull night sky and the cool breeze soothing our skins, it was a decent place. Rithik laid a mat on the terrace floor. We sat down and continued with our respective scoops before it melted.

“So,” Rithik began, holding up a plastic spoon. “Why avoid dating?”

I managed to sustain my cup that was on the verge of falling. “I knew it! I bloody knew it! You were so waiting to ask this question.”

“Not exactly but...” He stopped scratching the back of his head to look my way. “It's just that I haven't met any woman who's only in for casual hook-ups. Either they engage in relationships or wait till marriage to find love. No offense but from what I observed, women are emotional beings. It's impossible to engage in casual relationships without catching feelings. You're confident, intelligent, sassy and a bit childish, too. You have everything. I just can't understand why would you deny... Unless its got to do with a bad past or something. Is it?”

Did my past made me stay away? Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't change the fact that it was my sole choice. “I take offense in what you said. We are emotional, yes. Doesn't mean all of us are emotional fools. I never fell in love with someone in a casual hook-up before and I plan to be this way. Everyone is made differently. You've got to accept that.”

“Okay, but not even a single crush?”

“Crush— I prefer fancy instead. Sounds way cooler. Of course I've fancied guys! Infact, I've fancied most guys I've slept with. It makes the experience all the more interesting.”

“Oh, that means you fancy me, too.” He wriggled his eyebrows at me. “Right?”

You have no idea. “Don't ask something obvious. And stop asking so many questions. I'm hundred percent sure I didn't hire you to write my biography.” I groaned, stretching my arms and without thinking much about it laid my head on his lap. If he was surprised, he didn't word it.

“Well, if you tend to 'fancy' those guys, then why not date them? Makes it all more interesting. Emotional, too.” He threw my own words at me while twirling his finger around a strand of my hair.

I rose from his lap, squinting my eyes at him. “Mister Rithik Arora, are you asking me out?”

His lips twitched to the side, “You want me to? Oh, you totally want me to.”

“Stop joking!” I poked the bridge of his nose as he laughed. I fell down on his lap again. There was a long pause, “If you are so hell bent on knowing why I'm not into relationships then I'll share my perspective.”

And so, I did. The reason behind it wasn't quite so unique. Just the opposite, actually.

“...Look, I'm not exactly rebelling against lovers and their sweet- for- nothing talk. They are free to blabber. It's a free country. It's just me, you know. I don't imagine myself saying 'kuchi coo, babu, shona, my sweetu pie, like I'm talking to a baby. Neither I can imagine throwing flying kisses on the phone; do you still love me, meri kasam kha, yada, yada.” Rithik let out a boisterous laugh in between. “No, seriously, I've heard girls saying this crap to their boyfriends. And God forbid if you are one of those groupies because then you'll have to bleed your ears with their mushy talk.”

“It does sound cheesy when you think that way. You're making me wanna puke as well,” Rithik grimaced when in reality, he was just amused. It was weird viewing him from above but luckily, I could see the shape of his jawline clearly. He looked down at me. “Well then, what, in your case should lovers talk about?”

My gaze diverted elsewhere as I gathered my thoughts. “I want to talk about sensible things, intellectual things, controversial things. If possible I want to talk about quantum mechanics, space, design, culture. I find it sexy how two people from different backgrounds, experiences and knowledge, share it with each other. Maybe... maybe that's my definition of a romantic talk.”

“Then try it with me.”

I raised a brow in disbelief, “What?”

The asshole almost poked my eyes, “Don't give me that you're- just- a- low- grade- scored- kid, look. I may have not scored great in studies but rest assured, I'm profound in my general knowledge. I was good at math, too. I might impress you,” He winked. “Just don't choose physics.”

I pursued my lips, staring at him in question while he stared at me for an answer. The half moon threw its milky moonlight, making his face seem serene, if possible. That's when I got my answer as I peeked at the striking background above his head. “Stars.”

He followed my line of sight, looking at the night lit sky. “You mean dead people who become stars?”

I rolled my eyes, “Of course not, silly. The concept of stars, space, cosmetic bodies. It's fascinating.”

“No wonder you're fascinated by the letter 'S',” he winked and I rewarded him with a smack. “Hmm, okay, do you know about a NASA scientist who released a video before he died? His name was Boyd Bushman. He revealed quite interesting things about aliens, nature and space travel. The way he died was quite suspicious, too.”

“Well, I do know that NASA hides a lot of information. There have been many speculations on their classified research on aliens. Not to forget Area 51. So what did this Bush reveal then?” I asked, lightly tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.

For the next waking hour, we shared knowledge about NASA, aliens, conspiracies and dimensional theories derived from relativity under the dim blanket of stars. I never pictured Rithik to be clever, but he surprised me with information I wasn't aware about. Guess I underestimated him. In return, I shared my piece. While talking, he would often place his palm above mine, knowingly or unknowingly, while I would mess with his calloused fingers. The slight flinching of his legs didn't go unnoticed by me but even I wanted to test how long he'd let me lie on his lap. Moreover it was relaxing.

About fifteen minutes later, he told me to sit, only to pull me to his arms. My back covered his chest while our legs were spread in front. Then ever so casually, he circled his arm around my shoulder. His breath tickled against my neck. He was warm and relaxing like a cool summer night. I ended up leaning further onto him since I felt a bit sleepy. A slow realization hit me.

Cuddling.

Something similar happened when he made attempts to hug me before. It wasn't a normal gesture for non- romantic couples like us. Maybe this dumbfuck didn't realize it yet. I made a point to sit straighter this time. As for our intertwined hands, I let it remain as it was.

Our conversations soon moved on. I didn't know how we hopped from space, to future plans, to romance again. The last part must surely be from him.

“What about you?” I felt a sense of duty to ask since he was already asking too much today. “Do you like talking about those mushy, gushy things with your exes? You know when they call you baby names and shit.”

“I'm neutral,” Rithik answered though I couldn't ignore how his deep voice reverberated close to my ears, leaving goosebumps in my skin. “I'm not particularly fond of those nicknames, but I don't mind the name calling either. It's a sign of love. I love it when they express their love for me, no matter how childish or foolish it is.”

I craned my neck to my left, shooting a helpless smile. “You are actually a helpless romantic, aren't you? Quite opposite of me. I bet you wouldn't mind if they whip your ass because duh, it's a sign of lurve.”

A wide grin escaped his lips but then he quickly diverted his gaze from me as if charged guilty. “It's embarrassing to admit but yeah, I wouldn't. I wouldn't even mind if she kills me out of love... No, I can't leave my family either... Oh, don't give me that look. I can't help who I am. If I share mutual love with someone, then I want to treat her right. Go to romantic dinners, shower her with gifts, jewelry, make her feel like a fucking queen while I be the king. I'd do even more for my future wife. Guess I'm just designed like that.”

“You do know that any girl can take advantage of you, right? To be able to put off her fire, as well as decorate her with money, what else she want? It is advisable to be extra cautious.”

“It's not only girls, you know. I also gift my parents on their anniversaries. Just last year, I booked a table for them because they were too damn stubborn to go on a date without me,” he reminisced, shaking his head. He poked my face. “What about you, miss high and mighty? Any plans on marriage?”

As if anyone has the balls to marry a slut. I swatted his hand away, “Uh, I don't know. I'm perfectly fine with the things they are. In case I go for an arranged marriage in the future, then I might have a hymenoplasty done to become a virgin again. Biologically that is.”

His brows furrowed, “Why?”

“So that my foolish husband would be unaware about my hot and heavy hi온라인카지노게임.” I winked and pecked his lips. I got up, yawning wide. “Let's head back. I'm sleepy.”

“Shall I carry you to bed, princess?”

“Not in a thousand years... Wait, Rithik... no, you can't be serious. No!” My face fell when he took slow, calculated steps towards me while I stepped back. Despite my loud protests, the jackass picked me up in bridal style like I weighed nothing. I threatened to wake up the whole neighborhood with my shouts but he didn't listen. Nobody could have heard us anyway because the staircase leading to his house was inside the house. This douchebag even sang a Bollywood song, clearly enjoying my misery. I was ready to unleash my wrath when he finally put me down. Instead, he started to tickle me. The house was filled with laughter and giggles. When he let go, I chased after him, running around the house like a mad woman. Some more mockery later, we were lying in bed, signing off from an amazing evening.

“Natasha?” Came his gruff voice behind my back.

“What?!” I asked without facing him.

“Just for the record, if you haven't realized it already.” He paused to whisper near my ear. “I fancy you, too.”

I buried my face onto the pillow, smiling widely. It was a good thing the lights were off.

“You alive?”

“Just shut up and sleep, you asshat!”

~

My body froze momentarily after waking up. And it wasn't due to a nightmare of sleeping together.

Behind me, Rithik stirred, making me all too aware of his hot and heavy presence. It wasn't a hallucination. Not with his leg touching my ass. Nor his arm resting on my waist. I recalled the look of disappointment on his face when I suggested we sleep separately. He never agreed. Infact, his recent actions only confirmed my suspicions about him.

He wasn't the hook up type.

The bitter realization crept through me like iced water. I had an inkling about this for a while but chose to ignore it. I believed when he said he didn't want to be in a relationship now. He didn't want the drama. But that didn't mean he wanted us to be strictly sexual either. Nothing about yesterday seemed just sexual. Or the motorbike ride that night. We were already treading on dangerous waters.

I twisted myself to the other side, facing Rithik. Part of his face was buried onto the pillow. His half tattooed chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed. Did I mention he was shirtless? Looking at his closed eyelids and one of his hands resting on the pillow, he seemed no more than a child, dreaming about chocolate lands in his sleep. I stared and stared until I inched closer to press my lips against his closed ones. He smelled okay. His eyes fluttered and I thought he would wake up, but then, his shallow breaths reached my ears again. I exhaled in relief.

“You want to keep me, don't you?” I whispered, moving away. “But you can't, sweetheart. No one can.”

He was right. He was the sentimental type. There was no use, trying to change him into something he never was. I understood that. Which was why I would do him a favor and leave before it got too complicated. I didn't want to, though. Not when we got along so well. Especially not after the earth shattering orgasm he gave me yesterday.

Is that the only reason you don't want to leave?

I frowned at my own consciousness. I wouldn't leave now, but I'd definitely leave soon enough.

Thinking that, I blinked back to sleep.

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