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Blossom is becoming a new constant in my life; her laugh, her smile, the way she pleases me with every inch of her goddess-like form.
I worship her, kissing along her thighs, reaching down below with my mouth to taste her between her legs, deep inside. She tastes so good I take her hips into my hands and hold her wide, like eating the most succulent piece of watermelon in the world. Her juices flow down my chin. I listen to her sighs and moans as I eat her out, licking and tasting every inch of her.
I'm quick to give her release as I press my hard cock inside of her, feeling her shudder and shiver against me. She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me in deeper, and I feel myself building and building with each sigh and moan.
“Noah, you feel so fucking good in me,” she sighs, and it’s too much, her appreciation of my efforts makes me explode instantly and she sighs, laughing, wrapping me in her cocoon of affection as we snuggle together in my bed.
Chapter Twelve
Blossom
Amy and I are packed onto the subway, the crowd of commuters pushing us closer together.
I feel her elbow bump against mine as we both stand, holding onto the metal poles. Her face is full of curiosity as she looks over at me, her voice lowering a bit.
"So, has Zack been bothering you anymore?" she asks, her tone not as casual as she probably means it to be.
I glance down at my phone, almost instinctively. "I blocked his number," I say, almost with relief. "Haven't heard from him since."
Amy grins, a proud smile spreading across her face. "Good! Good for you, Blossom.Fuck him!"
The words feel empowering, and a weight lifts from my chest. It’s like, in one action, I’ve finally cut off the last tie to that partof my life. For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel the constant nagging worry that he’s going to show up somewhere, or try to get under my skin. I can breathe a little easier now.
Amy laughs and gives me a side hug as the train jerks to a stop. "Look at you, taking control! I'm proud of you."
I smile and shake my head, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Amy. Seriously."
The train pulls into our station, and we file out with the crowd. We walk toward the hotel, the weight of the morning behind me.
We start our shift just like every other day, busy, bustling, and full of guests from another conference. Today it’s bioengineering, so we’ve got a crowd of scientists and doctors at the bar. They’re discussing gene editing, CRISPR, and the latest breakthroughs like it’s all common knowledge.
I’m not exactly a biologist, but I can still keep up. I crack a joke aboutcutting-edgescience—literally. The crowd laughs, even though it’s pretty corny. I’m good at reading the room, and sometimes a bad pun is exactly what they need to loosen up.
“Why did the biologist break up with the physicist?” I ask, putting down a freshly made cocktail.
“Why?” one of the doctors asks, a skeptical grin on his face.
“Because they hadno chemistry!”
The joke lands perfectly, and a few of the guests chuckle, shaking their heads in amused disbelief. It’s the usual corny stuff, but when you’re surrounded by a bunch of scientists, you’ve gotta have fun with them.
Amy pours a drink beside me, shaking her head. "God, you're the worst," she says, but her smile betrays her.
“Hey, it works,” I laugh, sliding another drink across the counter to a guest. “What do you expect? I’m here to entertain.”
The crowd continues to banter with us, and for the next few hours, it feels like things are running smoothly.
I’m behind the bar, wiping down the counter, when I notice the bar area has started to fill up again. As usual, I’m multitasking, pouring drinks, checking orders, and clearing empty glasses off tables. I move to one of the tables near the back, collecting dirty glassware, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I turn around, expecting to see Amy, but instead, my heart drops.
It’s Zack.
“Hey, babe,” he says, his grin wide and crazy, like he doesn’t see the confusion, and the panic in my eyes. His dark ashy brown hair is slightly messy, his coffee brown eyes locked on mine with a gleam of something I don’t want to understand.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to steady my breath. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, my voice coming out in a strangled gasp.
He steps closer, his hand reaching for my shoulder, his grip too tight. “I need to talk to you,” he says, voice almost pleading.
