“I should…” I slowly climb off her and sit on the other end of the couch. I’m still hard, and it’s impossible to take my eyes off of her. “You’re so beautiful, Mae. And I don’t just mean like this.” I gesture up and down her body. “I mean all the time.” She sits up and fixes her bra, sliding the strap back up her shoulder. “So are you. I feel lucky that I get to see these sides of you, Dallas. You’re perfect.” “I’m far from perfect.” I pull up my sweatpants and adjust myself. “But I’m glad you’re the one I can show those imperfect parts to.” “Should we make drinking and shedding our clothes a
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