They fucked.

And he was a selfish lover. He kissed her too fast, stroked her too hard, whispered ‘whose is it?’ instead of ‘i love you.’ Every moment was for him.

Afterward, he fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. She lied awake, her head on his chest, and listened to his steady breaths and rhythmic heartbeat.

That part was for her.

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