ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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I force a breath inside my lungs, splash my face one more time as I desperately try to find my voice, and try to talk as if I'm ok and not actually breaking.
" Yes. I think I drank one too many, but I’m fine. You? " I lie smoothly, or so I hope, and, as I dry my face and hands with paper towels, I'm left with no choice but to look at him, and God have mercy on all our souls, the ethereal creature that's standing in front of me should be worshiped.
He is beyond gorgeous. His black hair is styled to perfection, combed back, as usual, but I know how it looks all wet, glued to his forehead and with drops of sweet sweat falling on me while he f****d me to exhaustion, panting and groaning from the effort and pleasure-- I s
