“Are you still experiencing discomfort?” Confusion flooded me. “What?” “Your problem earlier.” His expression hinted at the game. “Do you still have symptoms?” My mouth rounded into an “oh” as I got it. Our scene from before, the fantasy I’d asked for. I softened. “Greg, you’ve got to be exhausted. We don’t have to—” A sad smile curled at the edge of his lips. “You’re always thinking about other people and never yourself. That ends tonight. Cassidy, you want this, and I want to give it to you.” I frowned and opened my mouth to tell him he was being silly. It was three in the morning, but he
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