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Rhett wrecked me in the best way possible, once more allowing intimacy like we’d shared on the couch all those weeks ago. He kept nothing from me. He also wouldn’t allow me to hide my feelings.
Everything about him felt good because it wasn’t just f*****g. It was a sharing of emotion, of souls.
I didn’t argue when he once more washed me between my tender thighs. Didn’t shy away when he hopped from the shower first to get me a towel, determined to dry every inch of my body. Blood stained the towel when he wiped between my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed.
He retrieved a pad from beneath the sink and gave it to me while kissing my forehead. “I’ll go get you some underwear.”
My heart swooned along with my knees, and I sank onto the toilet, too tired to ev
