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My head tosses restlessly on the mattress. My hair gets in my face. My body is raw and wild and achingly needy. I come again. He lowers my ass and folds my body until my ankles are hooked on his shoulders. Then he starts up again until I’m sobbing and muffling the sound against his chest.

This time when I come, he lets out a strangled sound like he’s about to lose control. He adjusts our positions, freeing my legs and pulling his cock out just in time to come on my stomach.

After he’s worked out the spasms of his climax, he falls onto the bed beside me, looking just as worn and exhausted as I feel.

I can’t move for a few minutes. I literally cannot move except to gasp out my breaths.

That core-deep craving has finally been answered though. This was what I needed all along.

The candle is flickering in the dark. I wipe sweat off my face and his semen off my belly with the sheet. I try to find the will to get up and go back to my own room so I can finally get some sleep.

Still breathing unevenly, he turns his head in my direction. “Y’okay?”

I don’t answer the question. For some reason, it embarrasses me.

I manage to leave after that.

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IDON’T KNOW WHY—IT’Scertainly not a conscious decision—but I go to Jackson’s room every night for the entire next week.

He doesn’t question it again, so I don’t have to feel self-conscious about doing so. I just show up in the dark and we fuck. He’s as enthusiastic as I am. He doesn’t seem to get bored or tired or confused or in need of a break. He doesn’t even care that we have to go through four nights of my period. I just bring a towel with me so we don’t make a mess on his sheets.

If he asked even a single question about my change of habits, I would have started staying in my own room again. But he doesn’t ask. It’s just sex in the dark. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can just do it.

For now, it’s making me feel better, so I keep going back every night.

This can’t last forever. For one, in another week or so, I’ll be getting toward my most fertile time of the month, and even with him pulling out, it’s not a good idea to have sex then unless I’m willing to risk getting pregnant.

I wouldn’t mind having a baby one day.

But not like this.

It’s just as well we’ll have to stop next week. Maybe the requisite break will give me more perspective, and I can go back to not needing to feel Jackson’s body against mine, his arms around me, every single night.

I’ve got more important things to worry about anyway. For the first three days after starting her on the antibiotics, Molly made some improvements. I was hopeful. I really thought maybe the medication was going to work. But I shouldn’t have been optimistic. After all, this isn’t a world where punches are ever pulled. The past few days have proven my hopes silly and naive.

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