We couldn’t get enough of each other. More than once we were nearly caught in her bedroom. Because of all the time we spent together, I recognized every sound my ex made. That tiny gasp she thought she hid? She used to make that sound whenever my touch ignited her passion.
The way it leaked out told me a lot. Things I shouldn’t know about someone else’s fiancée. My mind constructed a scene. One in which I took care of her need and mine.
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