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getting yelled at to check my phone.

Yours:

No boot?

Me:

Nope, it’s feeling much better.

Still no biking or running, but I can walk on it.

Yours:

Good things happen when you follow directions.

Me:

Don’t get used to it.

Yours:

I wouldn’t dare. You going to watch me tonight?

Me:

Maybe.

Yours:

There’ll be a quiz later.

Ronnie darts out the door in front of me heading straight for where the backyard opens up beyond the pool.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t throw as far as you’re used to.” She just thumps her tail, waiting. “Yeah, you don’t care, do you?”

My intention wasn’t to stay the night when I came over earlier, but after playing with Ronnie and going for a swim, the last thing I want to do is drive home. This couch is too comfy and being here with Ronnie, surrounded by Dom’s things, just feels right.

I’ve cut myself off from everyone for the past week to avoid dealing with all the overwhelming emotions that have been plaguing me since I decided to get tested. My lack of social life after moving has raised some suspicions, but I’m just not ready to talk about this with anyone else yet, so I’ve been blaming my hobbit tendencies on the need to focus on work.

It’s not totally a lie. The new volunteer database I’m creating for the clinic, Double Play, and Saving Paws, before the recruiting event they’re co-hosting later this year, is keeping me plenty busy.

All I want now, after all that time alone, is Dom. So instead of driving home and turning on my TV, I take the stairs up to his bedroom with a container of Chinese that I had delivered, change into one of his shirts and turn on the game, immersing myself in all of him I can get at the moment.

By the ninth inning, I’m fighting sleep and losing quickly, the soothing smell of Dom on the sheets lulling me into a relaxed state.

I vaguely recall feeling the bed dip before being wrapped up in a warm body.

“You’re here.” It’s barely a whisper, but the low rumble is like a magnet for me.

“For some stupid reason, I missed you,” I mumble, turning into his warmth.

“I missed you too, Baby. Now go back to sleep.” One kiss to my forehead and his heat behind me is all it takes for me to fall back into a peaceful sleep.

“This is so much better than waking up alone in bed,” I say sleepily, when two thick fingers lazily toy with me as the sun comes up over the mountains outside. Dom has one hand down the front of my underwear and the other cupping my breast through his shirt.

“Couldn’t agree more.” His voice is husky with sleep and desire. Goosebumps ripple across my exposed stomach and his hard cock presses into my back more persistently when his lips search for mine.

Spreading me open, he plunges one long, thick finger into me and I immediately want more. “Fuck me. Just like this,” I plead, reaching for the hem of his shirt that I’m still wearing from last night and pulling it over my head.

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