“How are you feeling?” he asked me after a long moment, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know. Definitely feeling good, though.” I smiled up at him. “How about you?” He smirked at me, giving me a lazy shrug. “Much less murderous, though I hope we don’t cross paths with that douche canoe in the parking lot. I’m only human.” I snorted and brushed a soft kiss across his lips. “I’m proud of you for restraining yourself, angel,” I murmured, and he smiled against me, kissing me back. “Thanks, baby. It was hard, but making you watch yourself come was better than killing that fuck would
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