“Cal.” His name is a plea, a pardon. I’ve never felt more inexperienced than I feel in this moment, sprawled half naked on his desk as he wipes his cum off my body. Finally, he pulls me to a sitting position. Our foreheads knock together when he leans over, and I just sit there, mutely, as my shirt falls back down. Cal tucks my hair behind my ear, then presses a light kiss to my hairline. “Lucy…” he murmurs gently. I wait for his next words. I need them. I need them more than I need air. But I nearly trip over my own heart as it bottoms out of me when he says the absolute last thing I expect
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