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With his cock still inside my pussy, he stared into my eyes, working on catching his breath. I did not look away, soaking in every visual detail of the moment.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out.

“Fuck indeed.”

He laid on his back next to me, still breathing heavily. I rolled over and threw my arm over his rock-hard stomach as I cuddled against his quivering body.

“Fuck,” he repeated.

Had he lost the power of speech?

I giggled.

He turned with a smile on his face.

“You’re something else, Jade.”

“At least I can’t kick you out this time. You’re not going to make me leave now, are you?”

“I don’t want you to leave, never,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes with his fingers.

“Do you mean it? We don’t know each other well, but I feel so connected to you.”

“Still?” he said with a grin.

I squeezed him briefly, smiling myself. Joy radiated out of us, bounced against the ceiling and walls, and came back, smothering both of us with tremendous positive energy.

“I’m serious, though…” I whispered, wondering if I was pushing him too much.

“I know what you mean. I’ve been wandering aimlessly since Afghanistan.”

Will he ever tell me what really happened over there?

I kept my questions to myself, enjoying the afterglow. We cleaned up a few minutes later, sharing a huge bowl of ice cream before calling it a night and crawling into bed together.

EIGHTEEN

Jade

I woke up before him the next morning. As I laid next to him, his bare back rising and falling as he breathed. I smiled to myself. It hadn’t all been a dream.

Had I finally found a man worthy of my time? Two years after meeting him in Afghanistan? Our story would be so fun to tell around the dinner table.

Carefully, I slipped from under the covers and got out of bed, trying not to wake him. He groaned and rolled over, but he appeared to be a heavy sleeper.

Was he a morning person or super grumpy before he had coffee and breakfast? As I grabbed his white robe from the top of his dresser, I realized how little I knew about him.

At the same time, none of the mystery mattered. It made our blossoming relationship that much better. In the kitchen, spotlessly clean, I started a pot of coffee in his fancy machine.

While it brewed, I returned to the bedroom where I found him still asleep. I gathered up my clothes and got dressed quickly because I needed to go home to change and shower before work.

I hated to go into work, but I needed the money. A little time and space between Cooper and I wouldn’t hurt anything. I needed to think everything through. It all seemed to move so fast.

Before I left, I wrote a quick note telling him I?

??d gone to work and would call him later that evening. He had a set of banana magnets on his refrigerator, so I used one of those.

Outside his door, in the small foyer with the elevator, I saw a door leading to a set of stairs. A quick three flights would help me wake up, I figured as I opened it and started down.

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