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much I need her. Love her. I push her up enough to free myself. Pull her down on
my rigid shaft. Entering her deep in one stroke. She screams and falls apart again.
Her tight flesh grips me, sending shocks of pleasure into my body. I grit my teeth
and ride out the wave.

I pump into her jerkily. I’m much too hot for marathon sex. This will be the
quickie-est quickie known to man. My hand finds her clit again, and she reaches
for my balls. I shudder into submission. I am right. It’s over. The last thought I
have before unloading inside of her is that we never made it to dinner.

The loud noise emitting from my phone awakens me. I’m momentarily confused.
Not because phone is ringing, but because it’s Sanya’s ring tone. I open my eyes to
an empty bedroom.
“Hello?”

“Hi, Henri. I left you breakfast because you were still sleep.”
I look at the time on my phone. “It’s 8 AM. We didn’t pass out until four hours
ago. You should still be sleep, too.”
The last bit if sleep haze clears for my brain, and my heart becomes heavy. This
is Fuck and Dash: New Home Edition.
“Sanya. We need to talk…” I declare what I should have said so many times
before. “I’ve been trying to talk to you in person for a reason…”

“I need some space, Henri.” My ears hear it. My brain processes it, but my heart
isn’t accepting it.
“Space?” I repeat stupidly. “I just moved out. Didn’t I give you space?”
Sanya sighs heavily. “Head space. There are some things I need to work out. I
won’t be able to see or talk to you for a while.”
“What do you consider a while?” I ask. I’m so hurt, I’m asking questions
instead of telling her how I feel. “What things?
I hear her sniffle then sigh. “Please, Henri. I didn’t just want to disappear, so I
called.”