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say. I can’t believe I said it. But I want it. I want it so bad.
    He looks in my eyes, speechless, seconds from spurting.
    “Come in my mouth.” My tone is aching demanding. He nods, breathless. He moans again and quickly pulls his cock out of me. I fall to my knees and I snatch off the condom and force his hardness into my mouth. I swallow every jet of come that sprays out of his pulsing cock. I plant my hand on his clenched abs and I coil my fist around the base of his cock, stroking it. He lets out a monstrous wail. I look up at him, still sucking, pulling every juicy drop out of his tender head.
    “Fuck,” he breathes.
    I pull his length from my mouth, planting soft kisses on his tender head.
    “You taste so good, Chase.”
    “You’re…you’re amazing. So beautiful.”
    I stand up and he embraces me. I don’t know he made me become so bad, but I liked it. I say nothing to him. I cling to him, the both of us, sweaty, sticky. I’m pondering where do we go from here and I’m sure he’s thinking the same.

Chapter 6
    “Another coffee please,” I say to Deb. After working up an appetite, Chase and I decide to hit Louise’s Diner. It’s starting to become one of my favorite places. The car ride here had a deafening silence. I don’t know we are or what I mean to him. It makes me feel uneasy.
    “Here you go, hun,” Deb places two sets of silverware on the table and pours me cupful of java.
    “What’s good here?” Chase says scanning the menu. “Besides you.” He has his menu right below his eyes, covering most of his face. I know he’s giving me a charming smile behind the menu.
    “Well honestly, I don’t know. I just get coffee here,” I say. He shuts the menu closed.
    “It’s a diner. How much different is a ham omelet at any other place?”
    I decide to bring up the pink elephant in the room. “Chase. I like you.” He grins slightly, looking down. “I really like you.” I grab his hand.
    “I really like you, too.” He squeezes tighter. “Look how about we start fresh. Take things slow?”
    “I’d like that.” My face scrunches up, from the mushy feeling in my stomach. “With everything that’s happened, for us to still be sitting here, that’s gotta mean something right?”
    “Absolutely. If it wasn’t meant to be, we wouldn’t be here—together.”
    He leans over the table and kisses me.
    “Damnit, why do you have to be so likeable?” I laugh shaking my head.
    “It’s in my blood baby. I surprise myself sometimes.” I throw a packet of sugar at him.
    I add a small spoonful of cream as I see a familiar face inch over to us. It’s Kim, from the women’s support group. Or should I say the one where I embarrassed myself at. She looks different. Her cornrows are undone into cute shoulder length curly spirals and surprisingly she’s wearing an apron.
    “Hey Brynn. Nice to see you here,” she saying greeting us with a smile. This is the last place I expected her to be. With her bohemian style and poetry book that she always has, I thought she’d be at some organic vegan small plate restaurant that only serves dishes made with hemp and food devoid of GMO’s.
    “Nice to see you too,” I say looking her up from head to toe. “This is Chase.”
    “Hi, I’m Kim,” she says, shaking his hand.
    “Chase. Nice to meet you,” he says. That smile of his is so addictive.
    “I never thought you’d work at a place like this,” I say looking at around at all the older slim seasoned white ladies scurrying around in the kitchen barking cracking barbs at each other.
    “Why?” She plants her hands she juts her hands on her hip and frowns. “Because I’m black?”
    There’s a long pause. I brush a curl behind my ear and shuffle in my seat. Maybe next semester I should take a racial sensitivity class. “I uh…Hmmm. I didn’t—” She and Chase burst into laughter.
    “I’m only joking,” Kim says. When she laughs she’s animated, keeling over grabbing her stomach,