I groaned miserably as I grabbed the pillow subsequent to me, feeling a slight panic assault approaching.

Breathe, Nolan, it’s effective.

You possibly can blame it on the fizzy bubbly drinks… possibly he doesn’t keep in mind anyway… or…

Truthfully, I wasn’t certain I might blame all of it on the alcohol. Which will have accounted for my unfastened lips, however it wasn’t like I used to be mendacity about what I mentioned. I did need Dawson to break me. I needed him to destroy me in additional methods than one, after which construct me again up from complete destruction.

The reminiscence of his fingers gripping my ass resurfaced, solely inflicting extra of a mix of ache and embarrassment meddled with lust and want.

I’m so fucked up.

I needed him to overlook my momentary lapse of judgment, my embarrassing, determined try to lull him into my residence and dwell out my silly fantasy.

In any case, I used to be virtually throwing myself at him.

And his reply had been very clear, as a result of right here I used to be, awake and alone.

However I didn’t have time to course of such issues. Responsibility referred to as, in spite of everything. I swung my legs over the facet of the mattress and planted my toes on the carpet as I attempted to stabilize my breath.

Of two issues I used to be completely sure. One, that Dawson had kissed me again.

Which modified all the pieces.

However the second factor I knew was that regardless of the very fact he appeared into it, he left me alone on my doorstep, pissed off, sexy, and rejected. He simply… left.

As a result of I wasn’t ok.

As a result of I’d upset the fragile stability of the tightrope between us.

As a result of he needed to be an excellent man.

Perhaps I’d ruined all the pieces.

I felt a sting of guilt, however it must be short-lived, as a result of not ten seconds later my telephone was ringing, louder than it most likely ought to have been.

I fumbled with my telephone on the nightstand, knocking over a field of tissues as I squinted to see the display screen.

Karla calling.

Nice, simply who I needed to listen to from at seven thirty within the morning after I was hungover.

“Hiya?” I answered groggily.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Karla mentioned in a tone that was a lot too chipper for my liking.

“I might have used 5 extra minutes…” I groaned as I slowly ambled my manner throughout the ground to the hallway and all the way down to the lavatory.

“I guess. You sound like shit. You’re not sick, are you?” she requested, her tone altering to one in all concern.

I simply slid my cock out of my boxers, relieving myself whereas I attempted to focus.

“I want,” I mumbled. “However no.”

“Techs needs to be wrapping up this morning, so that you’re good to come back again within the workplace this afternoon. You need to be all recharged and able to go,” she mentioned.

“Nice,” I touted as I tucked myself again in my boxers.

“Sounds nice, hun. See you this afternoon!” she mentioned, her voice stuffed with pleasure.

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