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I headed toward the back door and opened it, glancing at her over my shoulder.“Thanks for dinner, Rebecca.It was delicious.”
I had to get the hell out of there before I did some dumb shit thing like take her up on this stupid plan.
Sex was never emotionless.We could pretend there was only physical pleasure involved, but that pleasure burned a memory into your brain, creating a permanent connection.
There was no way she could use me physically and not be tied emotionally.
I was three steps out to her porch, chest heaving and burning, hands aching with the need to punch something when I pulled to a sudden stop.
Iwantedher tied to me emotionally.
If I had to fuck her to get that to happen…would it be so bad?
