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“You came really hard. Kind of passed out,” he said. “I carried you in here.”

I felt terrible. “Did you come?” I asked.

He grinned. “Oh yeah. That’s part of the reason you’re in here. I uhhm. I pulled out and shot it all over your ass. And your back. A little in your hair, too.”

“Good,” I said. “As long as I satisfied you.”

He rubbed the soapy sponge over my shoulder. “You’re worried whether or not you satisfied me?”

I relaxed into the warm tub of water and nodded. “Yeah.”

“You letting me be part of your life satisfies me, Jaz. Completely. All the rest? Everything we do? The sex, the goofing around, the meals, and the fighting? That makes each day with you seem like Christmas.”

He didn’t speak often, but when he did, it seemed to always make me happy. I splashed some water onto my face and smiled as my pre-period emotions got the best of me.

And I thanked God that Ethan was a part of my life.

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