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Nothing. I grabbed my coat and keys then went outside.
He was snoring softly before I succumbed to sleep. Despite how I was usually relaxed after sex with Chris-even as vigorous as it had been tonight-something still lingered in my thoughts.
And they say us men are bad when we're sick!" The bed shifted.
Partly because I was stunned he was finally admitting he'd wronged me, and I didn't want him to take it back.
Any thoughts of having the privilege of sucking it, though, were dashed when he maneuvered between my legs and sat back down. Although he was seated properly on the couch now, he was sideways to me with my left knee held up behind him against the back cushion of the couch.
"This man you love. Does he love you like I love you?" Every bit of my resolve shattered at that look.