Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I should have gone slower.”
“I said, I’m fine.”
“I assumed you and Alistair―”
“No. Other way round.”
“It’ll be better next time.”
“It was fine. It felt good.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“For fuck’s sake, Quin, if I knew you were going to be such a woman afterwards, I wouldn’t have let you do it in the first place!” Matheus said. He sat up, feeling around the edge of the sheet for his boxers. He knew now what Heaven had brought in the white bundle. If he still blushed, he’d be able to heat all of New England with his face. Not that he, and certain parts of his anatomy, didn’t appreciate the thought. But Matheus didn’t want to think about Heaven thinking about…that.
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