Nate is quiet, his continued presence on the other end of the phone evident only by the soft, panting breaths as he comes down from his orgasm. I drop the phone only long enough to slide into bed and roll back into the fetal position. I’m pleasantly tired all of a sudden, and feeling more than a little fond of Nate. Also, a little ashamed of my phone-sex game. “Nate?” He breathes in at the sound of his name. “Yeah?” “Sorry I’m bad at phone sex.” He laughs, the sound explosive and far louder than anything else we’ve done tonight. I almost smile to hear it. “What the hell are you talking about?
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