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“Should’ve asked. Makes me a dick.”

“Nah. You knew this last night already. Just thought I’d give you a reminder in case you were wondering after what we just did.”

“Don’t remember that.”

“That’s about all I do remember. That and I think I called you a sex God or something after I had an orgasm. I’m pretty sure I didn’t cry, but there’s no guarantee on that.”

“I gave you one last night, too? Iama sex God!”

She lifts off me, careful for spillage and gently shoves my shoulder. “So fucking full of yourself,” she jokes while making her way to my bathroom, closing the door gently behind her.

I lie back, happy for the first time in a long time. How did I miss the fact that when I was with Stacia I wasn’t happy? How was that not a huge red flag? Funny thing is, though, I’m pretty sure I did think I was happy if I wanted to marry her.

I hear the toilet flush then the water turn on, the sound of her washing her hands for a bit then the water shuts off.

“Top left drawer is a new toothbrush!” I holler.

“Oh, thank goodness. I was about to snoop!” she hollers back.

I grin and settle into the mattress while she brushes her teeth. I would have been okay with her digging through my drawers but figured this would take the stress out of it for both of us.

When she walks out, she looks fresh-faced and she smiles wide, showing me her clean teeth.

“Your turn.”

On my way to the bathroom, I slap her ass cheek just because I can and missed squeezing her butt when we were having sex.

She yelps and I look over my shoulder, winking at her.

“Be out in a second, then we’ll go grab some breakfast and our vehicles.”

I don’t give her a chance to turn me down and close the door behind me. I take care of what I need to in the bathroom and when I return she’s looking down at a pair of panties.

That are ripped in half straight down the center.

I have a feeling that was me.

“Oops?” I wince.

Her eyes are wide and a look of humor is evident when she meets my eyes. “What the hell happened last night?”

“A good time, it appears.”

She just grins, crooks her finger, and I follow, encouraging her to fall onto the bed.

Crawling over her, I roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other.

“Think we need to order food in. I don’t have the energy to cook and I want to try to capture some of the memories from last night.”

“Good plan,” she mutters right before crushing her lips to mine.

And I realize I was right in wanting to kiss them. Forhours.

Leaning away just slightly, her glazed over look examines me. “Holy crap. You’re a really good kisser.”

“You don’t want out of this bed today, do you?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

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