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KENNEDY

Learning his sexual experience frightened me. My insecurities fluctuated. Watching those exhibitionists exploring their desires, comfortable in their own skin, and their way of life had me question my own sexuality. 

Was I enough for Thayer? Knowing how far he would go to satisfy my needs, my curiosity, as he said, my fantasy, I loved him even more. What if one day, he would ask for something more? What if I couldn’t give what he wanted? 

I woke up to an empty bed. Since we were back together, he shared my bed. We didn’t have any arrangements, but having him every night made me feel content.

Judging by the time on my nightstand, I expected he left work already. Once I was done to look myself satisfactory, I went down and met Ash with his cup of coffee in his grasp.

“Morning.” He was always kind, even if he looked like he could snap me in half effortlessly.

“Morning. You’re still here?”&nb