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More flowery words thicken in my throat, but once again this temptress—my love—short-circuits my brain by feeling up my fabric-covered cock. When I pull her on top of me, there’s a raging hard-on pressed against her stomach. She looks down at it and wets her mouth.

There’s no more talking.

64

REEMA

He would not stop eating me out. That isn’t a complaint, but a reason why it’s now close to midnight and we’re parked outside my old apartment building.

Logistically, my new place won’t be ready to sleep in until tomorrow. And though Jake offered for me to stay with him, I need to say a proper goodbye to being roomies with Ms.Beatrice.

The car is turned off, and we are blanketed in darkness. Above us, a moon winks out from around some nebulous clouds. There’s a soft humidity in the air as if it might rain soon.

“I’d invite you up,” I say. “But there’s not a lot of space. I mean, if you don’t mind sleeping cramped?—”

“I don’t.”

“You want to come up?”

“I do.”

“It’s not going to be super comfortable for you.”

“I don’t care.”

Before I can ask why, he answers.

“Because you’re going to be there.”

My heart skips a beat and sings. I need to reach over and hold his hand, so I do. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The elevator is broken again (color me not shocked), so the walk up to the apartment takes time. Also, we keep slowing down and kissing each other. Other than how curiously fast I melt into his arms, I do a check to see if I’m feeling embarrassed or nervous or anxious about Jake seeing where I used to live.

Not so long ago, I drove home alone after fainting so hewouldn’tsee this.

Getting closer, my legs are a bit trembly, but most of that is from our earlier activities. No, I’m not ashamed any longer. There’s no great effort to pretend my history didn’t happen. He already knows it, and now, it feels like a full circle has come around where he gets to support me while I close another chapter in my life.

Ms.Beatrice greets me with love, and Jake with even more love. She says with the amount of complaining I used to do about him, she always knew there were deeper feelings there. Jake, for his part, charms her completely. He’s attentive, funny, and apologizes sincerely for interrupting her night at this hour.

Ms.Beatrice is besotted and makes us both promise to visit her in Florida when she moves.

“You don’t even have to invite me.” I hug her again. “I was already planning on visiting since we will be family forever.” To Jake I say, “This woman saved me.”

Cheesily, he says, “Then I’m in her debt forever.”

Ms.Beatrice swoons more, and only after some prodding and because I see her stifle multiple yawns, does she go back to sleep.

In the living room, I pull back the curtain.

Jake stares at it, and stares at it, and stares some more.

“It can fit two people,” I insist.

Silently, he gets on the bed. When I join him, I’m engulfed by strong arms.

“What’s this?” I mumble against his head.

“Let me hold you.”

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