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Emma
He’s gone so fast it’s as if I’d imagined him here. Only the rumpled bedsheets provide evidence of his recent presence—that and the persistent tenderness between my legs. Somehow, we still ended up having s*x after breakfast, and now I’m really sore.
So, yeah, it’s probably for the best that he left so abruptly. Well, not for the best—I feel bad that something went wrong at his fund—but I certainly shouldn’t feel abandoned or anything. So what if he didn’t kiss me goodbye? We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. He’ll probably turn up when he’s done at the office, and we’ll have a ridiculous amount of s*x again.
That is, assuming he still wants me. There’s no guarantee of that.
The thought is oddly depressing. Just the possibility of never seeing Marcus again makes my chest feel t
