You don’t even have the chance to go upstairs and change out of your work uniform before he sneaks up behind you and pulls you close to him, his lips gracing the edge of your neck. You try to stifle the gasp that escapes you; it’s two in the morning, after all, and everyone else is asleep. Within seconds, the two of you are in his room, him pushing
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(Also, why did I let him leave? Oh, right, because he was miserable in DE. Sigh.)
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Trust me, me too. =/
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"I think you're going to get hurt if you don't. At least this way you'll get an orgasm," whispers the unsolicited opinion of the reader.
All such romances (of which I've had far too many) are bittersweet, and you've captured that perfectly here.
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Thank you. <3 I tried really hard to capture it -- it's been a few months now since he left for Seattle. :)
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That was such a huge thing for me -- it's ridiculous that I had to learn it through my best friend as opposed to the woman I married.
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