Page 74 of White Hole

“Oh, I was there with you. I got it.” I smiled. “I was just disappointed she gave me an orgasm. I didn’t want to—”

“It’s okay. It’s just a physical thing,” he said.

I nodded.

George cleared his throat. “I, uh, I noticed you went ahead with the whole cunnilingus thing. I thought you said—”

“I was in the moment. Figured I’d see what it was like.”

George smirked. “Yeah?”

“Not my thing.”

He laughed. “Okay.” He gave the end of my nose a little kiss. “Let’s get some food and head back to the manor.”

I settled back in my seat.

George drove us to the diner near the motel and, of course, wouldn’t hear of me getting out of his truck by myself. “It’s your short legs.”

“I’m notthatshort.”

“You’re like, what, four feet nine?”

I slapped his arm as we walked in, chuckling. “I’m five-five.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a booth next to him. I thought the weak plastic seat may tip over with his weight and mine combined, but it held up. I was starving. Who knew a threesome could burn so many calories? We both ordered pancakes, shakes, and burgers.

After I was finished, George delved into my leftover fries and the extra pancake when I sat back, rubbing my belly complaining of how full I was. It was nice having a boyfriend that could eat anything I couldn’t. Food would never be wasted.

“Ugh. Now I’m full.” George pressed against the seat and put his arm across the back. I leaned into his side, smelling his George steely scent while we waited for the check.

“Tell me more about stalking me.”

“What?” George smiled and looked down at me, brushing his lips against the top of my head.

“You said you were following me. I want to know more about that. And why.”

“Like I said, you were in danger. The tires, the attack in the woods… Even if I couldn’t be with you, I was never going to let anything happen to you.”

“Huh.”

“Huh, what?”

“Because you love me?”

George snorted a laugh. “Yes, princess. Because I fucking love you.”

“I love you, George.” I kissed him as the waiter brought our ticket. George leaned his forehead against mine.

“Every time you’ve said that… It’s the best thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“No one’s ever told you they love you?” My brow crinkled.

George shook his head. Stunned, I sat back while he pulled out his wallet and put his credit card on top of it. Looking at the table, I tried to take deep breaths so I could keep my tears back. I didn’t want him to think I pitied him, but I did. My heart hurt thinking about it.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” George’s large finger stroked my jaw, tugging my chin to look at him.

“I love you.”

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