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Blue throws the washcloth in the sink beside o back around his waist, and his still se o is replaced byhim touch me intimately
When he sets us both down on the bed, I try to scoot from his lap His hands on my hips stop me
“Stay here,” he says, rubbing his thumbs over my skin
It feels good, but I can’t let him distract me And I can’t be in his arms when I tell him my truths As soon as the words leaveto do with ive usted way he’ll shove me aside
Steeling my resolve, I push his hands away, crawl from his lap, and put some much-needed distance between us “I can’t I need my space to tell you what I need to”
His brow dips down into a frown, but he nods and doesn’t try to pull ather a couple pillows and carefully arrange theainst them Outwardly, Isoone and the crah, reinforces my need to tell hi to do with et over whatever it is that is between us, and I can go back towith nameless men
Even as I think that, a sour taste forms in my mouth
“Abby,” Blue calls, drawing h a thick throat He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind oing to be okay Just tell h it”
He makes it sound so easy, like no matter what I say, he’ll be by h we just o
I nod and blow out a deep breath Keeping my eyes locked on his, because I refuse to , I say bluntly, “I have a hypersexual disorder”
A look of confusion crosses his face “Wait What is that?”
“Sexual addiction,” I say, wincing “I’m addicted to sex If I don’t have it at least once a day… well, you saw the condition I was in in the shower”
I don’t say anythinghim the opportunity to take stock of what I said He just looks at ust, no dislike, no revulsion Nothing I wait and wait and wait, but they don’t appear He keeps quiet for several long seconds, and the silence is killingdistaste, but that doesn’tthe emotions he doesn’t want me to see
I’ ht with myself not to move it away His eyes look contemplative as he looks at me
“Okay,” he says “That wasn’t what I was expecting Explain this to me If you don’t have sex once a day, you writhe in pain and become incompetent?”