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“Hoould you say I’?”

His hands fall away from my wrists tentatively When he is satisfied I can be trusted to keep our lazy rhythives it a firm squeeze

“You’re doing great Goddamn, Luce”

“You betcha” It’s exhilarating, knowing I can now lay my mouth on him whenever I want I look over his skin like a warlord, and he’s my new territory He shivers under my perusal

“Let’s play a special game,” I tell him “It’s called Who Comes First”

“Also known as Gold Medal, Silver Medal”

We’re laughing I’ He ignores it, drawing iven a little pinch with his teeth

“So pretty,” he tells me “Just so pretty”

The phone rings on and on It stops and I let out a sigh of relief Then it starts ringing again He flicks his eyes toand climb off

“I’ll turn it off”

He digs in his pocket and I survey s everywhere, shirt unbuttoned, hair completely wrecked, eyes hazed and black

“You look like a hot virginal dork who’s been defiled in the backseat of my car”

His eyes spark with alances at it disain

“It’s ot her”

I go into the bathroo her I’ tone through the door I wash my hands and press my swollen lips and stare at myself in the mirror I look like the porno version of myself