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“Penn, sweetheart, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Huh?” I shook my head, dispellingthe strange moment. I turned back to look in the direction of the hot stranger, noticing he was gone. Maybe I’d imagined it. Maybe he was some sort of sex-deprived mirage.

Could dry spells cause hallucinations?

I wasn’t sure.

“Our work here is done,” she said, taking in the sea of people as the bride and groom made their way around the tables to socialize.

I scanned the crowd once more for my mirage, but he truly was nowhere to be seen.

That’s it, I’m definitely losing my marbles.

“Penn...” she said, snapping her fingers, pulling my attention back to her once more.

“Okay,” I said, swatting at her hand, her perfectly manicured nails smacking my palm.

“We’re heading out, come on,” she said, looping her arm in my mine, leading me out of the Paradise Hotel.

CHAPTER 3

Penn

It should have beena downright shame that I was at home, in my boxers and under my blue flannel comforter before nine thirty.

My parents were usually in bed by eight, what with keeping baker’s hours my entire life.

Aside from a few times my classmates and I went out, I was mostly the same.

There was a simplicity to my routine, but that night I couldn’t get comfortable, despite feeling practically exhausted from a longwork day.

The house was quiet, and I knew I was the only one awake, which didn’t help matters.

My mind was strangely alert, but then again, doomscrolling social media probably wasn’t helping matters.

I wasn’t the jealous type by any means, but if I had a nickel for every post I saw of a classmate getting married or having kids, I swore I could open my own bakery.

I’d never really thought about getting married or having kids in the sense that I imagined myself with my exes making cheesy and annoying posts like that.

I’d always known I would get married and have kids someday, much like a kid knows Christmas is coming. You don’t question it, but the day itself varies and the gifts aren’t always the same.

When I thought about what I wanted in my future, that’s what came to mind, but I hadn’t met anyone I could envision my cookie cutter Hallmark Happy Ending with just yet.

I continued to scroll as I thought about the wedding.

About all the couples dancing, the bride and groom smiling ear to ear.

The hot stranger standing by my cake.

Instantly, my cock twitched in my boxers, reminding me of my embarrassment from earlier. Except, there was nothing to be embarrassed about in the privacy of my own bedroom.

Maybe I really did just need to bust out a good nut.

Nonchalantly, I slid my hand in between my boxers, gently pulling and brushing my thumb over my head as I set my phone down with my free hand.

I eased into my pillows, beneath my covers, building a slow rhythm. I closed my eyes, clearing my mind to focus on the feel of my hand, the thrust as I tightened my grip.

Steadily, I increased my pace, my palm already wet from the precum soaking my head. It was warm, sticky, and for some reason, it turned me on a lot more than it usually did.

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