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Dreaded that knowing the truth could lead to finding out he'd want more from me than I was willing to give.
"Do I smell ham?" Chris asked, his own coat joining mine. "What happened to-" "Don't ask," I mumbled.
My knees fell open, and he nestled closer. I mumbled between his kisses, "I'm so sorry.
Do you know how hard it's been trying not to spill my secret?" My eyes swung up to his again, my hands hovering between my lap and my face, unsure what I should do with them.
He'd known for months now just what to do when I was unable to speak my desires for whatever reason. Just a few quick thrusts could ease the ache.
And as much as I wanted to run to him, I couldn't move from my spot.