We both catch our breath, panting, for a long moment. There’s a strange feeling inside my chest, a balloon of pressure that I can’t make go away. Maybe it’s because of how he looks at me as he comes back from discarding the condom with a washcloth in hand to clean me up. Or maybe it’s how he kisses me, his hand cradling my jaw. Or how he pulls his sweater over my head the moment I begin to shiver. The food is here, and I watch as he sets up everything, pouring us each more champagne. I’m feeling something I don’t want to name, even in my mind, because it scares me too badly. Especially after
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