I walked into the empty kitchen not because I needed to, but because I wasn't ready to go to the bedroom. He pounded into me so fast and so hard, until the sound of it was like a continuous thud of flesh on fl His mouth was temptingly close, but I did not close that distance. Not nostalgia.
I'd always blushed fairly easily, but I'd seldom hated it as much as I did in that moment. I smiled back. Nathaniel writhed under the touch. But that was for another night.
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