It was then I knew he was gonna f**k me.
I knew this because I wanted him to f**k me.
Like, a lot.
Oh screw it.
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Just for your information, I wil mention that I could swear he looked like he was about ready to laugh right before I lifted my head to kiss him.
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“Babe.” When I heard Mace’s voice, I opened my eyes and stared at the wal . It was light outside and I suspected it was late morning.
I felt delicious, cozy and relaxed. I could feel Mace’s hard I felt delicious, cozy and relaxed. I could feel Mace’s hard body behind me, his arm around my waist, his face in my hair.
I loved waking up to a bed warm with Mace. It was one of the seven hundred twenty-five thousand things I missed about him.
Shitsofuckit!
I’d done it again. I’d had sex with Mace. I’d let him spend the night with me. I’d even let him (mostly) move in with me!
What was I doing?
Mace’s arm tightened and his body got closer.
“Stel a, wake up.” I felt his deep voice rumble against the back of my neck making goose bumps rise along my skin.
“I’m awake,” I told him.
His arm tightened further, wrapping around my bel y and he kissed my neck.
“It’s late. Sorry to wake you up but I got shit to do.” I thought this was good. Mace having shit to do meant I’d have time to think, to plan, to get my head together.
“Okay,” I replied.
He nuzzled my hair with his nose but other than that, he didn’t move.
When his not moving lasted more than a few seconds, I cal ed, “Erm, Mace?”
“Yeah?”
“You have shit to do,” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he answered but stil didn’t move.
“Wel , are you gonna do it?” I asked.
“I thought you wanted to talk.”
Oh, right.
Oh, right.
I wanted to talk.
This was true, I wanted to talk.