Farrell and Mich fight I

Molly:

When I awoke, I saw Farrell in a robe, picking up his loose clothing. I assumed he was getting ready for work.

I asked, yawning, “Are you up yet?”

He turned around with a broad smile on his face. Then he approached me and kissed me on the forehead, leaving a little tingle in my stomach.

“I am not some princess who does nothing but eat, read smut books, and sleep,” he explained.

“Not like she has a choice,” I said, sitting up straight.

He was about to leave when I remembered last night. I was wondering why he poured away his cum, and if he was not ready to start a family.

“Farrell,” I said, and he pressed his lips together in a hard line.

“What made you do it?” When I inquired, he arched one of his brows while maintaining eye contact with me.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Last night. Why didn’t you cum in me? Why did you...” Before I could finish, he cut me short.

“Personal reasons,” he said, attempting to walk away, but I grabbed his hands.

“Please let me know. We are