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He laughed. “You okay? Can I get you anything?”
“Donleave.”
“I won’t. Not unless you tell me to.”
That wasn’t going to happen.
When he nibbled on my ear, I moaned, and I swore I felt him stir again. I wiggled my butt, and sure enough, he reacted.
Already?!
“Sohorny,” I accused, smiling.
“Insatiable when it comes to you.” More kisses peppered over my skin. “Alice?”
“Mmmm?”
“Can I fuck you again?”
I actually laughed. “Might die. For real.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“Mmmkay. Talk, though. Lots.”
“What kind?”
“Dirty. Nice.”
So he sourced another condom and fucked me again. Softly. While whispering the sweetest, most swoonworthy compliments into my ear the whole time. I wasn’t functional by the time we got into the bath, but I didn’t need to be.
He took care of everything, just like he’d promised.
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Dear me/ journal/ god.
I know it’s been a few days since I wrote in here, and you might be wondering what happened to my fort thank you gesture. In short… nothing.
Apparently Finley liked Alice a lot. And on the day I was going to invite her over he asked her out to the movies. So now they’re boyfriend and girlfriend I guess, and Loch Ness has a date with him on Saturday but Anthony said that she can only go if he shaperones. My mom is going to help her get ready.
I guess he really likes that her hair is really glossy or something and he’s not scared of her at all.
Gampy helped me take the fort down and then asked me if I wanted to play backgammon but I wasn’t really in the mood. I just went outside and practiced soccer by myself.
Dominic
Six weeks later
“Divide”—SLAP—“and conquer. It’s the only way we stand a chance.”
I sipped my coffee, looking Alice up and down as she pointed at the large piece of paper she’d taped to the wall. It was meant to act as a makeshift whiteboard. How it held up, I wasn’t sure. Hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of her long enough to check. “I think it’s the librarian slash teacher thing I’m getting. Slap the ruler against the wall again.”
She snapped her fingers in my face. They were great fingers. Pretty, manicured, and incredibly proficient at edging cock. “Dominic. Focus.”
I was trying. But she was wearing a too-large, ugly Christmas sweater, stained cargo pants, mismatched wool socks, and her hair had been wrestled into a sloppy blob on top of her head. Like the most adorable crown you’d ever seen. How could Inotbe hard?
“You look hot. It’s not my fault.”
