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“Oh my god…but there shouldn’t be a next time.”

I grab on to the edge of the sheet and wipe myself clean and then flop down next to him, cradling his cheek in my hand.

“I know, but there will. You can’t keep your hands off of me. And I don’t want this to stop. I think I like sucking dick.”

He groans and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, I know. I tried to stay away. But you’re irresistible.”

A smile pulls my lips up and I preen a bit.

“It’s how God made me, Simon.”

He turns his head and his eyes open slowly. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

And I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him softly on those lips. And this, right here, is what we do until we both fall asleep.

* * *

When I wake the bed is empty, Simon gone from the room. I can hear his soft voice in the other room speaking to someone.

Quietly, I sit up and tiptoe toward the doorway leading into the main room and listen intently, eavesdropping on his conversation, knowing I shouldn’t but doing it all the same. He’s too private and closed off for me to not want to spy.

Fuck, I want to know more.

“I know. I know, Seth. God.”

I hold my breath. Why the hell is he speaking to Seth in the middle of the night? Why did he leave me to do this?

“I know, but he’s irresistible. I didn’t mean to.”

He sighs and then I hear the floor creak as he begins to pace.

“I know. I know. He’s gone, but fuck, why do I feel so guilty? How do I move forward?”

I strain a bit closer, knocking my head into the wall and biting back a curse. Thank fuck he doesn’t hear me and continues on.

“I should end it…it’s too soon.”

He pauses and then sighs. “I know. Iknow.”

What the fuck does he know? What is Seth telling him? Jesus. I wish I could be on the other end of the line so I could know.

I hear the phone drop onto the table and then an audible flop. I peer around the edge of the doorframe and see Simon lying down on the sofa, his hands over his face. He’s breathing deeply, almost as if he’s in distress, and I can’t stand it.

I move quietly toward him, crouching down beside him and resting my hand on his thigh.

The touch startles him and he jolts up, smacking me in the process.

“Oh Jesus, Wesley,” he mutters and then groans. “I’m sorry. You scared me.”

I nod and then rest my hand once more on his leg. He’s put sweats on, hiding himself from me, while I’m still completely naked. Not that I care.

I’m worried about him.

“You okay? I heard you on the phone.”

He blanches at that. “I didn’t…I just needed to process it all.”

“Process what?”

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