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Chris would be back.
Before I could speak, he tossed the clamps back in the box and stood, shoving his pants down around his ankles. His shirt was over his head and on the floor soon after.
If he hadn't left her. He dropped his free hand to my neck where he played with my hair.
"What. Why is this funny?" He reached out and grasped my hand.
" Licking my lips, I crawled back up beside him. "Good.
"Yes, honey. Just like that.
I mumbled between his kisses, "I'm so sorry.