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She's close.

I feel it.

The primal instinct when a man is pleasuring his woman.

But she's not willing to go off alone. Her fingers inch beneath my flannel and scratch at my chest and stomach.

The sharp pain heightens my pleasure. Drives me into a frenzy of practically fucking her into the linoleum counter top.

Until we both cry out with our orgasms.

Shaking, sweating, gasping for a reality that disappeared the moment Heidi kissed me.

“Wow,” she says, slumping into my arms, her cheek resting where my heart pounds in my chest.

“Yeah, wow,” I agree.

Maybe learning what I've been missing all these years should suck, but I don't regret my past decisions.

A random hookup with someone else wouldn't have been anywhere near as satisfying as being with Heidi.

“You're okay?” Despite keeping our clothes on, I need her reassurance.

“I'm perfect. So are you.” She smiles, then presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Told you there wasn't anything to be afraid of.”

I help straighten out her clothes then lower her back to the ground.

Not addressing her comment.

Because what can I say?

I'm still worried about my size and don't want to hurt Heidi.

I don't want her to turn away from me in disgust either.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HEIDI

Greta's knowing gaze examines my messed-up hair and wrinkled clothes. My lips are probably swollen and reddened, too.

“Hmm…” Greta drawls. “Somebody enjoyed the sewing room. I see you forgot my glasses as well.”

She winks, and I check my hands as if surprised.

“Um, yeah. I couldn't find them,” I lie.

“Probably because you were too busy with your shenanigans with Griffen.”

“Greta.”

“No need to be embarrassed. It's natural for two young people to let their passions rule. I'm happy that you and Griffen have come to an understanding.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I snip.

A couple of other seniors stare at me then Griffen, sly smiles on their faces. Clearly, it's no secret what we were doing in that room for so long.

Perhaps I should be more ashamed that the entire senior center seems to know that Griffen and I were making out and grinding like a couple of teens.