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His fingers rolled my nipple, the left one, the more sensitive one, and his fingers traced around my throbbing clit in alternating fast-slow, rough-soft circles. I writhed on top of him, my body gone haywire and out my control, my hands gripping his head and clutching at his hands and clawing at his hips.  
    "Anna, Anna," Jeff said, a note of pleading in his desperation-rough voice, "I love you so fucking much, Anna. You are so beautiful, so amazing."
    The utter vulnerability in his voice shredded my heart. I couldn't stop moving, not with climax rocking through me. I couldn't deny the raw love in his words, in his touch. I wanted to deny it. It scared me. I didn't know what to do with it.  
    Even as I continued to come apart on top of him, I felt fear ripping at me. I didn't know if I could love him as he loved me. He had no doubts, no hesitation, no reason to hold back. He was in love with me, and he'd owned it.
    "Jeff..." His name was all I could push past trembling lips.  
    He pushed into me, his long middle finger curling down and in to find my G-spot at the very moment I peaked in climax, driving me to scream his name, unable to control even the volume of my voice. I'm sure every neighbor within three apartments heard me, and I didn't care. Not then, at least.  
    He came as I screamed, clutching both of my breasts and holding tight with primal strength, bellowing and thrashing into me, lifting me high with his thrusting hips. I wrapped my arm behind his head and rode him as he bucked into me, the other hand gripping his thigh with clawed fingers.  
    He stilled, and I lay back on top of him, panting. After a moment, I rolled off him, carefully pulling him out of my cleft.  
    "Holy shit," Jeff said. "I haven't even had my coffee yet."
      I laughed. "I woke up and you had a hard-on. Seemed a shame to let such a beautiful erection go to waste."
    He laughed with me, but I noticed the humor didn't quite reach his eyes. There was sadness lurking in his deep brown eyes, something hard and hollow. He kissed me, a quiet touch of lips, and then left the bed. He cracked my bedroom door and peered out, looking for Jamie, seemed satisfied that she wasn't around, and then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and I was alone in my room with my thoughts.
    Now that I didn't have Jeff to distract me, an overwhelming wave of pain rolled through me. Jeff loved me so completely. How could I walk away from that? He expected me to, that much was clear from the sadness in his eyes. He'd tried to hide it, and I don't think anyone else would have seen it but me. It was buried deep. It was in the shine of his eyes, the way his glances lingered on me, in the wrinkles at the corners, in the downward tilt of his mouth seen only for a moment before he forced a smile on his lips.  
    I glanced at the floor, at the pile of clothes. Jeff's jeans sat on top, and I could make out a square bulge in one of his pockets. I knew what it would be even as I lifted the heavy denim, jingling with change and keys. I dug in the pocket, found the small soft black velvet box. When I opened it, the diamond glittered in the early morning sunlight.
    The ring was so beautiful. It was simple, not extravagant or gaudy. Just a band of platinum with a single stone, elegantly cut. Like any girl, I’d always loved diamonds, always dreamed of wearing them. I knew what made an expensive ring; this had cost Jeff a lot of money. He wasn't a rich man, not by any stretch of the imagination. He drove a truck he'd bought five years ago, and he took immaculate care of it, kept it clean, tuned the engine himself once a month. His house was paid for, I was pretty sure. He had some money saved from his time in the Army, but his only income was DJing. He didn't have the kind of money lying around that he could just suddenly decide to buy a ring as pricey as this one.  
    He'd never asked me my ring size. I couldn't help wondering if it would fit. It wasn't a