“Were you going to meet up with that weird fucking guy?” His eyes darken. I sense a hint of jealousy. Or maybe he’s just trying to protect me from Ian. Not jealous at all. “Didn’t you hear? He was a very uncomfortable pillow.” “I thought I was your fucking pillow.” I stiffen. “You didn’t want to be my pillow, remember? In fact, you told me to find a replacement.” “How’s that going for you?” he asks roughly. I can feel him tapping into his asshole side pretty fast. “Amazing,” I say. “Sleep has never been better.” “Must be why you have dark circles under your eyes.” “You caught me,” I say with a
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FINALLYYYYYY.
