Nine
Sometime later, Owl rolled me over and pulled me onto his chest. I lay on him; me n***d and drenched in sweat and my own c*m, him fully clothed, calm, cool, and collected. He’d even put his barely touched, still hard d**k back into his pants.
He pet me on my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Good girl.”
I closed my eyes against the sensations rumbling through me at the sound of those two words. “I told you, don’t call me your girl. It messes with my head, especially after an o****m like that. Unless you want me running around calling you my boyfriend.”
I hoped that sounded light-hearted and not as real as I wished it to be. We were just f*****g. That was all. That was enough. This wasn’t a relationship. I didn’t need a boyfriend and all that status entailed; all the anxi
