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The staccato sound of skin smacking skin filled the room among our irregular breaths.
Pulled a sweatshirt and sweatpants on me. Sat behind me on the bed and carefully combed out my hair.
"I told him I wouldn't marry him unless he confronted you. Immediately.
Two peas in a pod, they were. I stepped away from my boyfriend and took a deep breath.
It was like a job fair, except instead of various employers, each station was set up with one of the possible areas of study you could get a degree in. Everything from trade work all the way up to a doctorate.
It's paid off, runs well, and the insurance is dirt cheap, so I can't complain.
Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath. When I tried to twist away, he returned to my breasts.