“Not tonight,” I say, stopping her. “But you haven’t. . . you know.” “Come?” I fill in the word while I adjust the rock-hard erection in my pants. “No, I didn’t, and I’m not going to. Not tonight. Tonight was all about you.” She screws her lips. “I don’t feel right about that.” I pick her clothes up off the ground. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” “But why?” True concern is etched on her face, and I wonder if I fucked up. Setting her clothes down next to her, I place my hands on her hips and say, “I don’t want to fuck it up, and Danielle said go slow. So this is me, going fuckin’
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