Page 17 of Doughn't Let Me Go

I love the sun, which is probably why I’ve always lived along the coast. The rays breathe life into me in a way I’ve always longed for. They’re my happy place.

But this morning?

I’ve never hated the sun more.

Groaning, I roll away from the intrusion.

Only I don’t move. Ican’tmove.

There’s someone lying on top of me.

I peel my eyes open and glance down at the dark head of hair snoring lightly on my chest.

Dory.

She’s the reason I’m annoyed with the light. The light means all the things we did in the dark are over, and I don’t want them to be over.

They were too good to be over so soon.

A grin stretches across my face as last night plays through my mind.

We practically ran out of Slice to my car. Not a single word was spoken on the drive to my house. I think we were both too scared to ruin the spontaneity of it all.

We didn’t know each other, but maybe that was the allure.

I’ve had a rough couple weeks, and it was clear Dory had as well. All we needed was some instant gratification. No strings. No expectations. Our meeting was fate.

And the sex?

Fuck.

At first it was rough and rushed. We needed the release too badly to take things slow.

The second time, it was softer. Slower. We explored.

The third time was bittersweet as the realization that this was going to come to an end in the morning washed over us.

We didn’t say it, but we knew neither of us is in a place to be in a relationship.

Last night was a one-time deal. Just enough to take the edge off.

I lost count of how many times we took the edge off.

All I know is I’ll remember the feel of her body against mine for many, many months to come.

Soft. Warm. Pliant.

She didn’t care that I took charge, as long as I took care of her.

It was everything and nothing I expected.

I want to do it again.

My eyes trail down her soft curves, remembering how her tight body felt beneath my palms. How beautiful she looked with her head tossed back, her long hair wild as she rode my cock into the wee hours of the morning. The way her back arched as she fell apart under my tongue.

It’s all permanently seared into my mind.

“I can feel you staring.”

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