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I didn’t bother to tell him that I was.

Instead, I showed him.

In the next couple of thrusts, I was coming, my nails digging in so hard into his biceps that were beside my ears that I damn well knew I’d drawn blood.

He didn’t stop.

In fact, he rode me through my orgasm, and waited until I was limp underneath him to follow me over the edge.

It lasted minutes but felt like a lifetime.

And when we both finally came down from the ride of our lives, one thing became very apparent.

I was wet.

Way too wet for it to be just my orgasm inside of me.

He shifted and pulled out, and I winced when I saw the broken condom hanging from his half-hard cock.

“The condom broke,” he said, eyes intense and unreadable.

In ten minutes, I’d freak out.

But right now, I was too lethargic to give anything more than taking my next breath my next thought.

When I didn’t respond, he said, “You okay, Blue?”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

I wasn’t okay.

So far from okay, it was comical.

My eyes locked with his and I said, “About as okay as I was when this all started.”

CHAPTER 5

Opinions are like orgasms. Mine matters. I don’t really care if you have one.

-Blue to Titus

BLUE

I could tell he didn’t like my words the moment they were out of my mouth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, sounding hurt.

I didn’t like the way it made me feel, the hurt in his voice.

So I began to explain.

“Not a day has gone by since we graduated that I’ve not thought about you,” I told him, heart in my throat.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” he asked.

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