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I couldn't blame my actions on drugs. I hadn't taken any since last night. But something about being in his bed, in his home, made me feel special. And then when we woke up like that… I couldn't resist myself.
My body was sore, and as much as I wanted to soak in the bathtub, my ankle wouldn't allow it, so I propped myself up against a crutch and the wall and opted for a hoe bath in the sink.
When I was done, I wrapped myself in a towel and remembered I did not have a change of clothes, considering I had not planned to be away from home. "Fuck." I ditched the crutches and carefully made my way through the unfamiliar home as quietly as possible until I found him in the kitchen leaning against the counter, with his back to me.
As a woman… I have never been much of an ass man,
