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The term of endearment sets me on fire It isn’t the first time he’s used that pet naain”

“Say what again, baby?”

“Mmm”

He rubs me harder

“Please”

“You can beg all you want You’re still gonna wait”

My eyelids press together My fingers dig into my knees Then into his It’s too much I’m too close I need to come I need him I need—

“I hear we’re celebrating so” The waitress’s voice snaps me out of my lust

I presshis touch

Fuck, every part of

I can barely see straight The waitress is setting down so A plate of blueberry pancakes Only there’s a lit candle in the stack

She smiles as she drops off Ryan’s house omelet, refills our coffees, takes her leave

Candle

Pancakes

Breakfast