by T L Swan
“Fucking hell, Natasha, what was that?” he pants. I’m too breathless to answer. I giggle and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me again. A slow beautiful heartfelt kiss, one that is tenderly equal with the sex we just had. I don’t remember anything more, fatigue setting in. But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head. I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you. No, I’m sorry Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.
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