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Chapter 57
Cassandra
Like a mouse, I am quiet sneaking out of Crayvin's house. I have five minutes before my Uber gets here to fix my hair and put last night's clothes back on. While pulling my underwear back up, I shiver, thinking of the way Crayvin pulled them down with his teeth. The heat starts to form between my thighs as I press them together.Good God, that was hot.I take one long look at the sleepy, naked man who'd given me two orgasms, then held my hand afterwards, and sigh.I don't know what this means for us, but that was by far the best sex I have ever had.With the way the sunlight creeps through the window, it hits his face just right, making him look warm and peaceful. Forcing myself to look away, I tiptoe down the stairs instead of crawling back into bed with him, grabbed my heels, said goodbye to Piggy, and leave.When I got home, the apartment was silent. It is 6:30 a.m. on a Wednesday, so either Tarra is off of work o
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CassandraOur eyes lock on each other again. "Well, tell him," she says in a serious tone.My eyes widen. "What? Are you crazy? Do you not remember what happened the last time my feelings were exposed to him?"Tarra grabs the pillow from my chest. "You said he's changed. What if he feels the same and is just scared? You can't live life scared. That isn't you anymore. You're the badass police officer now. You fight crime, kick men's asses. So you can tell Crayvin how amazing your orgasm was, tell him that he gives you a cloner whenever you are with him, and then confess your undying love for him.""Always full of hope," I tease."Well, I hoped you would experience an orgasm one day, and look at how that turned out in your favor. I mean, shit, you are full on glowing." She giggles and hops off of the bed. "So tell me, was he bigger than Drew?"Biting my lip and trying not to laugh, I shush her and point to the bathroom. "T
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