Page 124 of Not That Impossible

I sat back, hands held in fists in front of my chest, and stared wide-eyed at the computer.

He’d think I’d been writing porn about him for six years, that’s what he’d think!

My breathing picked up.

And he wouldn’t be wrong.

No. He would. Hewouldbe wrong.

I’d been writingromance.

My stories were the unfiltered, yearning, wild outpourings of my heart!

Yes, that took the form of Liam fucking me every possible way known to man. And alien. He’d been an alien a startling number of times. (Don’t think about the tentacles. He’d definitely freak out about the tentacles.)

But it wasromance.

And.

And.

Even if it was porn? So what? I wasn’t putting it on the internet. No one would ever see it. No one even knew I did it.

It was personal. Fantasies. Everyone else got to fantasise while jerking off, why couldn’t I? I liked words. Words got me hot. It wasn’t a crime.

I could think what I want!

Liam would probably be fine with it. If he knew. Which he never would, unless I told him!

I jumped up from the desk chair, dropped to the ground, and started doing pushups.

The floor approached and receded like a soothing wave as I bent and straightened my arms. I switched to one-arm pushups. I switched to the other arm. Back to two. I stared at down the carpet. I needed to vacuum. When did I last vacuum?

Dropping flat, I groaned at the pressure on my half-erect cock, which hadn’t deflated even a little bit from my panicked and scampering thoughts. I quickly flipped to my back.

V-sits. I busted out fifty.

Everything was fine.

The doorbell rang and I sprang to my feet.

I really, at this point,reallyshould have expected it to be Liam when I opened the door. And yet, no.

“Hi,” I said. My face burned.

“Hello,” he said, smiling. He looked me over. “You’re sweating.”

“Yes,” I said, and capped it with an inappropriately loud and nervous laugh. “Um. Just doing a quick conditioning stint between household chores. I was about to vacuum. It’s important to warm up.”

“Before vacuuming?”

“Yes.”

“Ah.” He stared at me. “Can I come in, or do you want me to come back after the vacuuming?”

“Sorry! Come in. Please.” I stepped aside and waved him in like a butler. “Can I take your coat?”

His smile grew as he shut the door behind him with a gentle click. “Thanks.” He shrugged it off and handed it to me.

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