Page 44 of Resilient Love

“I’ll save you as ‘sunshine’ since your personality issosunny,” he says, clearly joking. I’ve never been called “sunshine” or anything similar in my life.

“Great, and I’ll name you ‘Sunny D.’ Because your dick is the only thing about you that makes me feel sosunny.” I smirk.

He barks out a laugh, and I’m flooded with a pleasurable feeling whispering through me.

“I probably deserved that,” he says. “Any other boundaries?”

“You can send me dick pics all you want, but they better not be from weird ass angles. And speaking of weird asses, don’t send me pictures of your asshole either.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks, but he’s watching me with a sort of disturbed smile that I kind of enjoy. “Christ. Well, the same doesn’t go for me.”

I raise a brow in question. “You don’t want pictures for when I’m not around? Nothing for your spank bank?”

He rolls his eyes. “No, I meant you can feel free to send me pictures of your ass. Pussy and tits would be great too. Lips wrapped around a vibrator would also be stellar.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, chuckling.

We exchange phone numbers, saving our contacts under the designated code names, and when we realise the time, I’m about to head back to my room, but Rafael wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me against his chest. He reaches across me, flicking off the lamp, and tosses the duvet over us.

I suck in a breath, ready to flee as my chest starts to constrict, but when he whispers into my ear and says, “We said companionship too, Elise. Don’t make it weird,” I settle down, dragged into the most restful three hours of sleep I’ve ever gotten outside of a hospital.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

THURSDAY, MAY 8

I’ve seenElise this week at practices and games. I’ve seen a whole lot of her, actually, but not in the way Iprefer.

Now that I’ve had her? She’s all my dick seems to want. No matter how hard I try, my hand just isn’t doing anything to calm the raging, horny beast within me.

It’s unnerving, and I feel like a fucking teenager all over again, not a grown-ass thirty-two-year-old man.

We haven’t had any time this week to get together, and it’s driving me wild.

Neither of us has practice today, and I had a game earlier, so I’m free the rest of the night. With any luck, she’ll want to come over.

I take out my phone, ready to snap a dick pic, but remember she said no weird angles.What the fuck does that even mean?

I think my dick and I will have to take our chances. I grip the base and smirk as I snap a couple of pictures, attaching all of them to our unused message thread.

Jokes on you, sunshine. My dick looks good from every angle.

Sunshine

While your D does look rather sunny, I can’t say it’s enough to lose my pants over.

I scoff, rolling my eyes at my phone.

Why don’t you come over here and I can fix that?

Sunshine

We’re debating whether your dick is picture-esque, not whether it’s quality in the sack.

We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you weren’t.

Jesus Christ woman, could you get over here and put me out of my misery?

Sunshine

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