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Subject: My Cousins’s Son 5 This is a work of fiction – names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty at fty/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. Other stories: Nifty/Beginnings/Cards in the Deck – Adam and Ben Nifty/High School/Stepbrother’s Desire – Josh and Tyson My Cousin’s Son 5 The ride home from the beach was comfortable. Andrew seemed perfectly at ease with our current condition. We spent a lot of time trying to figure out how it looks going forward. How often can I visit? Will I fuck other people? Can he? It was just about when I pulled off the interstate to head out toward the country where he lived that we couldn’t take it anymore. A quiet spot off the road and his pants were down and I was in the floorboard of the passenger side with his cock in my mouth and my finger up his ass. I had undone my pants and was stroking myself lightly to the rhythm of my suck. He was groaning and writhing under the pressure of my suction. When he came, he came hard and shot a very hot load down my throat. I leaned forward and shot all over him. “Oh fuck, Cuzo. Look what you did! What a fucking mess!” and I laughed so hard. I grabbed one of our towels from the backseat so that he could clean up. Once we were presentable again, we headed on to his house. Having texted his mom that we were close, we found her sitting on the front porch waiting for us. She waved as I pulled up the drive, slowly, as to not disturb the dusty drive. Andrew slipped out of the car slowly. I kind of felt what he was feeling. The feeling of something so amazing being over, well stalled, maybe. “Hey guys!” Lara shouted. She walked down the steps and came to us. “Y’all have a good time?” she asked as she put her arm about Andrew. “Did he behave?” she asked me. “Yeah, I think he did,” I said. “He’s learned how to pay expensive dinner bills with my credit card, he’s an amazing swimmer, and we’re about even in putt-putt.” Andrew smiled. Lara looked impressed. “Andrew, what’s wrong?” she asked. “You look sad.” “It was a great trip, mom. I hate that its over. And well, Cuzo, I mean Jeffers, well, he’s, well,” and he stopped talking. Lara smiled at me. “Honey, it was awesome he took you to the beach. But he’s still your family. I think you’ll see him again soon,” and she shook his shoulder. “Oh he will. Probably next Friday night. Lara, I will probably make some effort every few weekends to come down on Fridays. I don’t want to interrupt your schedule so please let me know if I get in the way,” I said, taking ownership of the emotions we were experiencing. “Oh that’s fine, Jeffers. It will keep Andrew out of trouble and he will love it. He is obviously so fond of you.” “Mutual,” I said. “But, Andrew, I have to get back on the road. Let’s wind it up, bud,” I said. Andrew looked at his mom and she didn’t seem to get the picture. I went to the car and pulled his bags out. “Here, let me get those,” Lara said. “Straight to the laundry!” she laughed. She stopped by my side. “Jeffers, I can’t thank you enough. Are you ok on money? Do we owe you anything?” she asked. “I am fine, you owe me nothing. I wouldn’t trade the week for anything,” I said. “I’ll be in in a few minutes mom. I want to say bye to Jeffers,” Andrew said. “Ok, ok, I get the picture,” Lara said, dragging his things into the house. Andrew led me off to the shed off the side of the driveway. “What are we doing in here?” I asked. He pinned me against the wall. “I needed some privacy, Cuzo. I need to do this,” and he leaned forward and kissed me. It was a hot kiss. It was desperate and needy. He sucked in my tongue and part of my oxygen. I was aroused and I could feel his hard cock poking through his shorts. “Ok, Andrew, we’re about to give it all away. I need to go.” Before I left the shed, I stopped him in the doorway. He was carrying some random tools, making it look like we had a purpose going in there. “I love you, Andrew. Don’t forget it,” I said. “I love you, too,” he said. I got to my car as quickly as possible and started the car up. He waved at me and walked up to the house. Life at home had a different feel. I was glad to see my friends but I had a hard time picking up with my regulars. I didn’t mind the sexual release but all I could thnk about was Andrew. Tony picked up on it right away. “Man, you got it bad, don’t you? I was afraid that would happen,” he said. “I rather do.” “Want to talk about it?” he asked. “He grabbed my heart and hasn’t let go of it. That’s all I can say right now.” Tony and I went through the motions. I gave him the fuck he was looking for. He smooth black ass felt amazing but I found my feelings slinging all over the room. Seeing his hard black cock shoot over his torso helped me find my moment and I unloaded in him. I think I knew what this would look like for a while. Maybe the same with Pablo. I found that I would be cruising through the days getting my work done and pining away until I would get back out to the country to see Andrew. Two weeks went by rather quickly. I left work at 3 pm on that Friday and headed out. I checked into the little motel off the interstate and inspected the room. It wasn’t elaborate, to say the least. It was clean and comfortable. I headed off to Andrew’s to pick him up. “Oh God!” he shouted as I exited the car. He ran to me and threw his arms around me. Its not like we hadn’t texted almost everyday and we talked several times in the evenings. Still, it was good to see him, to feel his body, too look into his eyes. Andrew dragged me into the house. His dad, Daryl, my cousin was there. “Hey buddy,” he said. “Glad to see you!” and he gave me a hug. Lara came out of the kitchen. “Oh we’re glad to see you. You’re all Andrew wants to see!” she said with a laugh. “Yeah man, I was meaning to give you a call,” said Daryl. “Man, you didn’t have to do all that for Andrew. Nobody in the family’s ever done much for him,” Daryl said. I felt awkward. “What’s the plan tonight?” Lara asked. “We’re going to eat,” I said. “We might go bowling,” Andrew said. “I wouldn’t mind if he stayed over with me, if you don’t mind. He’ll be back in the morning to get his work done,” I said. “That’s fine!” said Lara. “Daryl and I haven’t had an evening to ourselves in a while,”she said. “Oh lord,” Daryl whispered to me. I chuckled discreetly. Andrew and I left for the car, with his backpack strapped to his back. We walked cautiously, not trying to cause any alarm. I had just gotten the car down the road when he told me to pull into a path leading toward fields and woods. I stopped and he all but climbed in my lap. We kiss and grabbed each other’s hair. We wrapped arms around each other. “I missed you so much,” Andrew said. “It was only two weeks!” I said. His face distorted and was almost angry. I laughed. “Fuck, I missed you too, Andrew. God I did!” He smiled. We had dinner at a little diner that would be our go to on our Friday nights. We got our fuck on in that cheap motel room. I enjoyed getting inside him as much I loved feeling him inside of me. We sucked and fucked all over the room. The little sofa, on the floor, in the bed, and in the shower. He had no reservations for me fucking him. The same held true from the beach. When I got him from behind, he came and came istanbul travesti hard. Off all the people I wanted to make cum, was Andrew. He was so expressive. Still, my favorite thing was waking up after deep sleep, to feel his body pressed to mine, arms wrapped around each other. I was flattered every minute he chose to spoon me. He liked being his own man and the face he loved me…well. The time we spent in the hotel room would make us look like all we cared about was sex. The time we spent out of the room proved differently. We talked, dreamed, planned, schemed. He definitely wants to do something different after graduation but we had to get there first. Those summer Friday nights went by quickly and it was time for him to start school. My friend, Brandon, from the beach, returned to school.. We had a date after he got settled in. We did end up in the backseat of my car after dinner but Brandon got to live his dream when he woke up in my bed the next morning. “Oh hell, Jeffers. I feel like I’m waking up in the country, on the bayou! It’s so quiet and cool in here,” he hissed. “It is quiet here,” I said. His smooth thick body glided against mine. He leaned over my face and kissed me. I pushed him on his back and spread his legs upward. I dived into that beautiful ass that was still slick and wet from our fuck the night before. “OOHHHH!” Brandon screamed as my tongue and lips ate his hole. I climbed back on top of him and we experienced each other a second time. I kept his legs lifted as I made love to him, kissing him, thrusting into him. I love it when a guy can cum with me! Truthfully, he was in no more fit state to be my lover than Andrew was. I believed and was proven to be right that frat boys have no life of their own. Everything they have has to be saved for the fraternity. Every minute of free time. This was one of the only two nights he would spend with me. It was great fun, he was a beautiful guy, but he was a frat boy and that would take precedence over his life. School started for Andrew and he had a big of a break down. He called me one afternoon. I didn’t want to take the call because I was in a meeting. He kept on calling so when the meeting ended, I called him back. “Hello,” he whimpered. “Andrew, what’s wrong?” I asked. “I don’t know. I hate being in these classrooms and looking at all these stupid kids. All I can think about is you, Cuzo. Just you. I’m sorry, you probably think I’m fucked up. I love my Friday nights so much,” he whined. “Listen, Andrew. This isn’t the strong amazing guy I hung out with this summer. Where is he?” I demanded. We talked it out. If our success was going to work, to have a chance, he would have to get some backbone. He understood. I confessed that I had weak moments. Yes, I took them out on my hookups, but I didn’t tell him that. He promised to stay focused and I was there with him that Friday night. I began to suspect that Lara suspected something. Daryl was clueless. I pulled into the drive and Andrew was on the porch. Lara came out behind him and waited for me. “Hey everybody,” I said. Lara waved and smiled. Andrew got up and went inside to get a jacket. The weather was getting cooler. “Glad you’re here,” Lara said. “Time away from you is getting to him. Is it gonna get worse?” she asked. “Well I hope not, Lara. I’m sorry if its a strain. He’s fine. I don’t know what he so wound up about.” “Talk to him about Jason. They’re barely hanging out anymore. They have always adored each other. Find out what that’s about,” she suggested. I nodded. Andrew came out and jumped into the car. He was smiling and I was relieved to see him relaxing. After we had our fill of each other in the hotel bed and he had cum all over me, we laid there and talked about things. I warned him if his feelings for me were going to cause a crash, it would be bad. He said Jason was so jealous of me that he was mad at Andrew most of the time. That was the big problem he had to deal with. “Then, let’s make friends with him,” I said. “Do you think we could include him on an outing without giving ourselves away?” I asked. “I think so. That guy at the beach never suspected.” “True. Then lets all go to the Friday night football have next week. I’ll come a little early. We can get burgers before hand.” “Fuck, that’s a sweet idea. Thank you Cuzo!” Andrew barked. That plan worked and I got kudos from Lara for helping solve the situation. Jason began calling me Cuzo to follow Andrew’s lead. Jason and Andrew would become a team again and honestly, he was such a sweet kid. I predicted to Andrew that he might have to trust Jason with this. Andrew did not agree so we would have to pick and choose when we included him. The next bit of drama came in October and this was the event that make my presence known to the greater community. I had checked into the little hotel and Jose, the desk manager, greeted me. Obviously, given my repeat customer status, he had come to expect me. Andrew was going to be driving over in his truck that he had gotten repaired and was running really nice. It was a nice truck, white, with nice rims and tinted windows. He was very proud of it. I wait for 30 minutes and it was unlike him to be late for anything. I texted him. There was no response. I texted him again. No response. I got in my car and headed toward Andrew’s house. A bit of worry crept over me. He had been doing fine since his earlier break down. His grades were good and normal. Jason had let up on him and they were best buds again. What could be going on! Fuck, I dislike wrinkles. I pulled into Andrew’s driveway and his truck was not there. “Shit!” I barked. Lara heard me pull up and came out. “Hey Jeffers. What’re you doing here? Where’s Andrew?” she asked. “I don’t know. He didn’t meet me and he’s not responding to texts.” “Lord, what has he done now?” “We have to find him,” I said, with some authority. “How do you propose we do that if he’s not responding?” she asked. And this is where our differences in lifestyle, mindset, and intellect kick in. “Call Jason and see if he’s answering. He will know where he is!” I snapped. Lara jumped a bit. “Oh, ok. Yes, that’s true. Let me get my phone.” She came back into the living room and called Jason. “Hey, Jason, where is, ok ok, what’s wrong?” she asked with alarm. After a pause she yelped, “Oh shit!” and that’s when I took the phone away from her. “Jason, this is Jeffers. Where is Andrew?” He was sobbing and there was a lot of noise in the background. “Oh fuck, Jeffers, they have beaten him up. He’s laying here on the kitchen floor and his nose is bloody. I don’t know man,” he cried. “They surprised attacked or something.” “Ok, listen, where are you?” I asked. “The Dicken’s house on Windy Hill. You comin’?” he asked. “Yes, I will be there in a minute.” I looked at Daryl. I was happy he was sober. “Ok, listen, Andrew’s been in a some kind of fight. They ganged up on him and his out with a bloody nose. That’s all I know. Daryl, you got a baseball bat?” I asked. “The fuck I do. I have two,” and he scurried off toward the shed. “You going to get him?” asked Lara. “Yes ma’am I’m going to get him and the bastards who did this better not be in the vicinity,” I growled. I left the house and went to the car. Daryl came running with kadıköy travesti bats. I opened the trunk and reached into the tire compartment and got a tire iron. “There you go!” said Daryl, approvingly, like that meant anything. He directed me toward the house and I could’ve almost found it. Cars were everywhere. “What the fuck was Andrew doing here?” I asked. “Maybe he wanted to see what was going on,” said Daryl. We jumped out of the car and some kids scurried away. It was a nice house, obviously a prosperous family. We entered without knocking. The backs of most of the kids were toward us. We pushed through and I found Jason and another guy trying to stop the massive nose bleed. Blood was everywhere. “Has anyone called 9-1-1?” I screamed. “Who the hell are you” one boy asked. “Just answer the fucking question!” I snapped. “Yeah,” said Jason and we heard the siren in the background. Andrew looked up at me, one of his eyes was swollen shut. Goddamn, I thought. “Hey Cuzo,” he uttered. “Sorry, I just stopped…” and he laid his head back down. “Who did this?” I asked. No one spoke and the crowd was getting quieter. I opened cabinets and found glasses. I swung the tire iron back like a golf club. “This is a good place to start! Who the hell did this or all this gets shattered!” A girl came running forward. “No, sir, please don’t! My parents are going to be mad enough. It was Blake and Blaine. They’re brothers. They left but they picked at him until he got riled then they ganged up on him. It was terrible. I’m so sorry,” the girl shrilled, obviously terrified. “It’s ok, thank you for that,” I said. I bent down and took Andrew’s head in my hands. I swear in my life I never wanted to see a moment where I had to support him this way. He took it bad to the face. My gorgeous young loverboy looked a damn mess! “I got you, Andrew,” I said. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I got you now, babe.” He looked at me and a momentary flash shot from his eyes. He knew it was true. He trusted me. “I’m glad you’re here,” said Jason. Daryl jumped in and bent down to see Andrew. He took his hand. “Son, I’m sorry they did this. This is not your life. It’s supposed to be mine. You hand in there. Jeffers is going to help us. He’s here,” Daryl said. “I know, dad. I’m glad y’all came,” he said. Then, the medics came in and assessed him. They put him on a stretcher as kids piled out of the house to get away from this situation. The police came in. I agreed with Daryl that he go to the hospital with Andrew and I would handle the statement. Jason and the girl stayed to help with the details. Jason rode with me to the hospital. He explained that they had just stopped by the party for a minute to say hey to some friends when the Archer twins came in. They were generally popular guys but when they drank, they got mean. They usually reserved this for “the bridge” which was the drinking spot out by the river. They threw a few potshots (insults) at Andrew and he tried to ignore them til one of them called him a chicken fucker. He pushed the guy and tried to walk away. They pushed him from behind and he crashed into the door frame. They had him then because he was stunned. A few punches and he was down. So, a broken nose, a chipped tooth, a bruised eye, and a severe concussion were all diagnosed. I won’t get into all that transpired but the parents of the attackers tried to offer to “pay” some of the hospital bill for not pressing charges. I told them that would be no deal. Daryl wanted to accept it but he had no idea how much this hospital bill was going to be. When I explained that not pressing charges cut his chances to sue for the hospital bills, he shaped up. His pitiful little insurance wouldn’t help much with any of this and they would need the money. The Archers were obviously a prominent family and had lots of money and insurance. I was not afraid to go toe to toe with them. They knew it and were very apologetic. They sat in the waiting room for a good part of the night. The brothers had been arrested. “The fact is,” I said, “not meaning to be disrespectful. You are obviously caring people but your boys have a problem. You apologizing and bailing them out isn’t going to solve that problem. This family doesn’t have great insurance to help with Andrew’s injuries and you are going to have to help with that. We can talk about pressing charges with the police.” I waited for them to respond but the mother started to cry and the dad looked down the hall, probably for the nearest exit. I spent the weekend in town, helping Lara and Daryl with Andrew. I had to be very specific, if not adamant, with Daryl. His soft heartedness prompted him to want to go easy on the Archer family and accept their cash. Lara and I had to explain to him that they were offering a third of what Andrew’s medicals would total from tests, x-rays, and a night in the hospital, including emergency room costs. In the end, I promised to help them with filing suit if the bills were not paid. The police report would be vital to that endeavor. By Sunday, Andrew’s face, while swollen and bruised, wasn’t causing as much pain and he could see out of his right eye again. I needed to get home. We had watched some tv and he walked me to the car. Lara came out behind us. “Jeffers, thanks for being here this weekend. Don’t know what we would’ve done…” “It’s ok,” I said. “He’s starting to look better and if those pecker heads even show their faces around here, I better hear about it.” “Don’t you worry about that,” Daryl barked from the front porch, taking me by surprise. I nodded. “Lara, don’t you let him make any agreements with that family. It will be a disaster,” I said, quietly. “I know. Believe me, I know.” “Mom, do you mind?” Andrew asked. She smiled at me and walked back to the house, dragging Daryl in behind her. “What?” he asked, clueless as he was. “They want to be alone,” she said. Andrew led me to the side of the house where we were out of sight. He leaned against the brick wall. “Not much of a weekend for you,” he said. “Not much of one for you either.” “I should’ve beat them back. I could’ve taken them,” he said. “No you couldn’t. You did all that you could. Whatever it is they’re angry about, it isn’t you. You were just the target. Just stay out of their way. And Andrew, I mean this. Don’t you say a work to get them riled up. Nothing about the family at all. Nothing about the legal case. Do you understand?” I asked. “Yeah,” was all he said. “No retaliation, keying cars, slashing tires, nothing!” I said. “I got it, Cuzo!” he said. I leaned forward, and in the little privacy we had, I gently kissed his lip. A little spit clung on to my lip from his puffy lip. “You’re beautiful despite these bruises,” I said. “No I’m not,” he said with a giggle. “I think so. I love you,” I said, and before I could kiss him again, we turned toward the road to see Jason turn into the drive. “Time for me to go,” I said. He gave me a momentary stare and we broke the look. We exchanged a brief conversation with Jason and I got in and drove away. The ride home was tedious. My mind was racing. Thinking how it must have felt for someone like Andrew, strong and independent, being in such of change, to take a beating in front of so many of his peers. For them bakırköy travesti to see him in such a weakened state. My heart grieved. Didn’t change what I felt for him or how special he was. I focused on work when I got home. I cut back the already occasional hook ups. I could take care of my needs without the distraction. November was busy and I had to travel to see some other family and friends for Thanksgiving. Andrew was not happy about that. Putting him off a month tested his patience, to say the least. The legal case settled well with the help of a local lawyer who didn’t charge much to handle the case. The hospital bills were addressed and the boys visited Andrew at home and offered him an apology. I suspected their parents put them on some form of notice. Anothing toe out of line or something. I visited Andrew the weekend following Thanksgiving. I took him to the nearby larger town so that we could look at Christmas things and let him decide on some gift ideas. The boy was going to think Santa Clause had truly fallen down the chimney when I got through with Christmas. “You don’t have to get me anything for Christmas, Cuzo. I know you spend a lot to come here and see me. I don’t need much,” he said, as we walked around the mall. “Well, that’s a nice offer but we’ll see about Christmas,” I said. “The fact is, I don’t have many people to buy presents for. It’s good mojo for me to do something for someone. Perhaps, I could load up Jason. I’m sure he would appreciate,” and a strong jab landed in my chest. It took me by surprise but I had to laugh. In our walk-about, I noticed a few things that caught his eye and he had a really good time in the REI. Sports and hunting and fishing were all fair game. We headed out to restaurant row, the street with all the restaurants and I let him pick what he wanted for dinner. He chose a nice steak place which suited me just fine. We ordered, ate, and he paid the bill with my card. The young waitress looked astounded and gave him a flirty look. He stiffened just a bit, as in the old days, when a flirty girl meant something. He smiled back at her and I could tell he was sending her hidden signals. “Want a piece of that later for dessert?” I asked. “Naw, man. I was just, well, you know, giving her a thrill. You understand,” he said slyly. “Oh really? Giving her a thrill?” and he nodded. “Oh I think you could give her a thrill alright. She’s cute.” “Yeah she is, but, maybe, JUST maybe, I got something else on my mind,” he scoffed as we exited the restaurant. “What’s that?” I asked. “Like maybe, YOU!” he barked, opening the passenger door for me. “You think you’re driving?” I asked. “I’m the man tonight,” he said. “Just sit back and let me take care of you,” he offered. When he climbed into the driver’s seat of my S-Class Mercedes, he pulled me to him. “I want to take care of you in several ways tonight. I hope that doesn’t bother you,” he drawled. He kissed me, taking a quick glance out the windshield to make sure no one was watching. He pulled out of the parking lot a little fast but was slowed by the traffic on the main street. “You better be careful with my baby!” I barked. He laughed. “I got this!” and we headed toward the country roads back to our little motel spot just off the interstate. The music on the radio was loud. Weezer was jamming a tune that I liked. Andrew was full of spirit and was telling tales from school. Jason nearly had his first hook-up but his mom walked in on them. “Poor thing,” I said. “I’m sure that embarrassed him well enough.” Andrew pulled into the motel parking lot and parked in my usual place in front of the door. We entered the room. Ok, so I’m not bragging when I say I had clout with the motel manager. He loved my repeat business and was very considerate to give me the same room. Andrew and I both noticed that the room was “cleaner” then it may have been earlier on. And it smelled good too. Andrew slipped off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Can I help with that?” I asked. “No, get back!” he ordered. He pulled the shirt off aggressively then pushed me onto the bed. He pulled my crewneck sweater over my head. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. His very hard cock bounced, as if nodded to me. I bent forward and he pushed me away again. He lifted me from the bed and undid my pants. They slid down my legs to the floor. He pressed his beautiful naked body against mine and we kissed. We could really kiss again since his wounds had mostly healed. I loved how his tongue played in my mouth, how he titled his head to lock the kiss and his blonde strands fell to one side. I put my hand on his lower back and I loved how firm it felt. He put his arms around my neck – such a straight boy action. But he kept kissing me and and my I found myself just caving in to him. I leaned back onto the bed. He crawled in on top of me. I spread my legs and he climbed full on top of me. I had the opportunity to roll him onto his back as we made out and groped each other. I also had the chance to get that exciting feel of his hole. He took the lead again. He inched me on top of him and I sat on his crotch, allowing his cock to poke at my hole. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you?” “Oh God yeah!” “Why are you creeping around about it? You usually just do it when you want.” “I know but my imagination has been running a little wild and seriously, Cuzo, its not just about fucking anymore. I’m starting to feel, well, you know, I already love you. But there’s something else I want to do. I think about it and it makes me hard as shit.” “I don’t think I understand,” I said quietly. “I want sex and love to be the same. I can picture it but I can’t explain it.” “You just did, baby. And I might argue that it already is but I’m a young guy and you are a very young guy so our sex is pretty liberal, high octane. You want it to be romantic, is what you’re saying.” “Yes, YES! That’s fucking it.” “Make it happen is all I got to say.” We kissed some more, I touched him in places. I put his hand where I wanted to be touched. He burned those images to his memory, I could see mind working it out. We sucked each other’s cocks. I almost made him cum and he eased me away. I let him on top of me. He pushed himself into my waiting hole. He fit perfectly, as usual. He thrusted into me, his eyes staring into mine. We kissed and fucked, touched and fucked. “You’re so beautiful,” I told him. His thrusts picked up. “You’re are,” he said. His thrusts became forceful. My legs kicked back to allow him supreme access. He was holding his body up by his toes. He was jamming himself into me with everything he had. “Go ahead, stud,” I said. “Make love to your Cuzo. Give me all you got!” and I was sure neighbors might have heard that. His moans were soothing and exciting. He lowered himself and flattened our bodies together. “I”m gonna cum inside Cuzo. You get…all…my love…NOW!” and I felt it. I felt the surge of his nut push into me. I felt his cock jerk and pulsate. His muscles were rung tight. He swung his head around and strands of hair brushed against my face. “Holy fuck!” I said and he grabbed my hard dick and started stroking me while he was still inside me. Needless to say, I showed him some love too. It was cake icing gluing us together. Our parting the next morning was quiet. He said he couldn’t wait to see me again at Christmas and that what he really wanted me to know was that he wanted to know when we could be together like last night every night. I was a bit stunned and didn’t know how to answer him.

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