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Silver Tongue Chapter Three: One Of Her Own
Rebecca’s silver tongue comes back to bite her.
“Well, that was,” I started to say as I looked up at the ceiling.
Kurt was lying next to me, breathing heavily. It sounded like he had just run a marathon.
“Give me a moment and we will go again,” Kurt sounded hopeful.
“No, it’s okay,” I shot upwards and started to get out of bed.
“Leaving already?” Kurt turned to face me as I started putting on clothes.
“Yeah, I have to get up early,” I told him. “Besides you will be sleeping soon.”
“No, I am feeling my second wind come in,” Kurt grinned.
I looked at him. Kurt had been my friend with benefits, or my steady fuck buddy, for two years now. We only talk or meet when the urge strikes one of us.
“Oh no,” Kurt shook his head.
“We had a good run, but I don’t think we should carry…”
“Just go,” Kurt pointed to the hotel door.
“Right,” I nodded.
It’s the one thing I did like about Kurt more than most men; he had zero feelings. This was just sex, that’s it. If he didn’t do good, he didn’t care; if he did great, he didn’t care. I was sure as I looked…
