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The next time I awoke, Tenley was coming back from the bathroom.

“Hey,” she said, getting back into bed and scooting over toward me. I opened my arms and she wiggled into them.

“I’ve never been the big spoon, I think I might like it,” she said, even though she was tucked into my chest.

“You can be the big spoon anytime you want, babe,” I said. “But I also reserve the right to big spoon every now and then.”

“Deal,” she said with a yawn.

“Do you really have to write today?” I asked.

She sighed. “I do. I wish I didn’t. But I’ll type as fast as I can. Even though my fingers are a little tired from last night.” She held them up and I brought them to my mouth, biting down softly on the tips.

“I’ll give you a hand massage later,” I said.

“Ohhh, I like this idea.”

Tenley sat up and looked down at me, sleepy and disheveled and so gorgeous it made my heart hurt.

“I don’t believe in fate or any of that shit, but I feel like something brought us together,” she said.

“I know what you mean,” I said, fingering some of her hair. It was all tangled again after she had thrashed in her sleep. “Something about waking up next you feels…inevitable.”

“Is inevitable good?” she whispered.

“It’s very, very good,” I said, slowly kissing her lips.

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Eventually Tenley and I made it out of bed and headed over to her house. It had taken just about all my willpower not to strip her naked and fuck her senseless until she forgot all about her writing deadline, but I knew how important her career was. After she had finished her work, I could reward her with many orgasms.

“What would you like?” Tenley asked me as she looked into the fridge. I was already working on the coffee situation. She had a milk frother, and the flavored syrups I’d told her to get, so we at least had that.

“I’m fine with whatever. I’m not picky,” I said. I really wasn’t, when it came to breakfast. It was all good to me. Cheese, bread, eggs, sugar, syrup? Give it to me.

“I’m thinking challah French toast with fruit salad and some crispy potatoes. That work?” Tenley asked me.

“Absolutely,” I said. It was way better than the frozen burrito or bagel with cream cheese that I had at home. Or I would have eaten at work and I was so sick of the Common Grounds food that I sometimes made myself go at least a week or two without it.

Tenley turned on some soft music and I got to watch her cook. It reminded me a little of how Lark and I worked so well at Common Grounds when it was busy. Tenley was so comfortable in the kitchen, able to move on instinct.

She was like that with sex too, as I had found out last night.

Little moments kept flooding my brain and I still had a hard time believing it had all happened.

With a start, I brought myself back to the present and out of the memory of Tenley fucking me with my own toy. New sex fantasy: unlocked.

Once she was done with work, I was going to fulfill another new fantasy: finding out which one of my toys made her scream the most so I could pour a special one just for her. Tenley’s birthday was in February, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her an extremely belated present.

Tenley buzzed around the kitchen as I made lattes for both of us, handing one to her as she flipped the French toast. She took a sip and closed her eyes in bliss.

“It’s always better when you make it,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said.

Since the weather was so nice, I suggested eating outside, but Tenley made a face.