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I moaned and pressed my forearms on his thighs to keep him from thrusting any deeper.
But there was no sign of Chris.
That the truth was bearable. He was more like me than I'd imagined.
Then again, hardly anything with him went the way I expected it to.
"Yeah. I told her Thursday.
He brushed my hair off my face. "Feeling better?" "Absolutely.