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I tug her to me and roll as we hit the floor, taking the brunt of our landing and the weight of her lovely body as it slams into me.
For a few seconds, we lay in silence. Until she bursts into laughter and I find myself joining in.
Finally, she shifts and sits up, straddling my hips and smiling down at me. But it lasts a whole of five seconds when we realize, at exactly the same moment, I’m still buried inside her—and I’m hard again.
“Happy birthday, Finn,” she murmurs, settling on me for another ride.
Broken table, but does this have to end with broken hearts?
I relax into the bits and pieces of table beneath me and let things be as they’re meant to be. Feeling hopeful, for an eegit with a death wish hanging over his head should.
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