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He tipped my chin up. "Holly, honey.
"You doubted my loyalty?" "Never, honey. It's just such a fucking turn-on to see you react when I push your buttons.
It was the same routine on Sunday. Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
Chris eventually stopped, but not before I was moaning incessantly. He switched to drawing light circles on my skin a few inches above each nipple, swirling around them in a ever-tightening spiral but never touching them directly.
He still needed a roof over his head and food in his belly. I said he didn't have to contribute toward rent while he was getting his degree, but he insisted that he couldn't live with me for free.
It was the end of what I had thought was a perfect match.