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The morning light hits me, and I try to cover my face. I turn in bed, feeling the soreness of my body. My eyes pop open when I remember what I did last night. I’m sore because my body was worshipped all night long. After the dining table, we stopped in the living room, on the stairs, and had a few rounds in the bed before collapsing.

Even when I was younger, I’d never gone so hard with someone. Stuart and I did what we did, but it was always when he was in the mood. He wasn’t horrible, but he wasn’t the most sensitive when it came to making me feel good. Paul was so attentive that I started to feel bad. I felt I didn’t give him nearly as much as he gave me.

I move sharply to the side at the thought of Paul. The bed is empty, and I’m slowly starting to panic. I hear no sounds from the bathroom or scents indicating food being made. Maybe this was just a one-night thing. Maybe Paul isn’t here to try to make it easier to walk away.

My phone pings and I look over at the nightstand. I ha