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" How I kept my voice even, I have no idea.
The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman. But there was no sign of Chris.
Maybe I could clean up a bit and look presentable despite not wanting to celebrate anything at all today.
" "Why now?" Chris's voice was tinged with anger.
Opening me wide.
Then he let go, licked it, and sat up again, leaving me panting. Aching for more despite my determination to stay pissed off.