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Evan

Ilooked down at my phone and saw Sienna’s name. I wanted to talk to her, but not about my dad. I sighed and answered. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Her voice was soft. “Can I come over?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you my address.”

“See you soon.”

When Sienna showed up at my door twenty minutes later, I hated the sadness in her eyes. She gave me a tiny smile and held up a bottle of Pinot Noir. “I brought wine.”

I smiled. “Smart.” I backed away from the door to let her into my apartment. She set the bottle of wine on my kitchen table and then looped her arms around my neck, kissing me softly.

Sienna brushed the hair from my forehead and gazed into my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers. “Because I wanted to keep our happy bubble. It was the only place I wasn’t stressed and sad. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

Sienna nodded and whispered. “I understand. You have nothing to be sorry about.” She pressed her lips gently to mine again. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

I kissed her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I don’t want to talk about it. I want to feel your body.”

“Okay.” She kissed me again, gently sliding her hands up the front of my shirt.

I took her hands in mine and backed slowly down the hallway to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and watched Sienna slip out of her dress. The room was dark, and I could only see her silhouette. I reached out and ran my hands down the silky soft skin of her abdomen.

She felt perfect. She was like the antidote to the poison of my stress and worry.

I lay back on my bed, and Sienna curled up next to me, resting her head on my chest. “Do you want more?” she whispered.

“Yes.” I ran my fingers up and down her bare back. “It’s pretty safe to assume that I always want to sleep with you.”

Sienna slid her body on top of mine and kissed me softly. “You’ll tell me if you’re not in the mood then? I don’t ever want to push things if you’re in a bad headspace.”

“Sienna, always fuck me, okay?”

She gave me a tiny smile. “Okay, one more question: Do you want it sweet and soft or rough and wild?”

I smiled back at her and ran my fingers through her long, dark hair. “Show me sweet and soft tonight.”

Sienna sat up, straddling me, and unhooked her bra. She undressed me and then ran soft kisses from my neck to my cock. She took me in her mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm that made me groan.

Then, when I was about to come, she straddled me again, guiding me into her sweet, warm center. Sienna leaned forward to kiss me, then gazed into my eyes, rolling her hips in a completely mind-numbing way.

This wasn’t just a hot fuck. Sienna was making love to me, and shit, she was good at sweet and soft. I thoroughly enjoyed fucking her into the headboard, but this was somehow even better. It felt even more intimate and almost healing.

After I came, she sprawled on top of me, keeping me inside her. “Evan,” she whispered and wove her fingers into my hair. “I won’t make you talk, but I’m here for whatever you need.”

I kissed her forehead and pulled her more tightly against my body.

It sounded like rain was starting to fall outside, and Sienna smiled with her eyes sparkling. “Let’s go for a walk.”

I smiled back at her and nodded. We dressed and headed out to the quiet street without an umbrella. Sienna stood on the sidewalk and turned her face up to the rain. “All the bad stuff is washing away, Evan. Just for a minute.”

I took her hand and turned my face up to the rain, too. I felt the warm summer rain soaking my clothes, and for a single minute, she was right.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind and breathed in her scent. “Evan?” she said. “Will you call me when you guys get the results from your dad’s scan?”

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