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So, freaking perfect.

But I liked to cuddle after sex.

Cuddle because it makes it so much better.

And apparently, Xander didn’t like to do that.

I recalled something my mother had told me a long time ago.

I had asked her why they never fought.

Because some of the kids in my class at school talked about their parents fighting.

She had winked at me and said,A relationship is all about give and take, baby. And you learn to choose your battles. But if you love someone... then you love everything about them. The good and the bad.

And for Xander... I could do that.

And more.

I just hoped he felt the same.

‘Every tear is a story of pain the heart cannot speak.’

– Nola’s Life Lesson.

Chapter 8

Nola

I woke up before Xander and simply stared at him.

Taking him in.

Taking all that was him in.

And then I licked my lips as a thought occurred to me.

Then I grinned.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered the sheet, revealing even more of his perfect body.

A body that was nothing short of miraculous.

And then I reached my prize.

It was soft, but not for long.

I moved down the bed and then carefully settled myself between his thighs.

And then I stared at his perfect cock.

Then I made my move.

I grasped his length tightly and then lowered my mouth.

Sucking on it, fondling his balls with my other hand, and then... it got hard as steel.

Craving my mouth.

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