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“Unlikely,” I threw back at him.

He chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Where did you find pain meds?”

“I knocked on one of your neighbor’s doors,” he said, like itwas the most obvious answer.

Putting my phone on speaker, I placed it on the bed and went tomy dresser. “Why would you do that?” I glanced at the clock. “It’s not eveneight in the morning.”

“And? You needed meds and you have none in your place, so I hadto get them somehow. By the way, why don’t you have any meds?”

“Because they’re expensive if you must know.” I rummaged throughmy dresser for clean pajamas. “Apparently, it’s hard to make good money bykeeping your clothes on.”

“Yeah, let’s keep it that way,” he grumbled.

“Why would you get me meds, Sam?”

“Because I knew you were going to be sore and before you sayanything, it’s not me being cocky. It’s me being observant and learning yourbody. I also gave you multiple orgasms and by the way you creamed all over mycock and face, I imagine it’s been a while for you.” As soon as those wordsleft his mouth, I heard a cough in the background.

“Where are you?”

“At the pharmacy.”

I shook my head, unable to believe that he could talk so openlyabout sex like that. And in public too. “You don’t embarrass easily, do you?”

He grunted. “It’s just sex, babe. I think it would make things awhole hell of a lot easier for most people if they talked about it more.”

“True.” It never helped Aaron and me but that was in the pastand there was nothing I could do about it now, so all I could do was learn fromit.

“Gotta go, Red, I’ll be there in ten.”

Before I could ask why he was coming back over, the calldisconnected. He would be here? He was coming back? I thought he fucked me, putme to bed, and left after, then move on?

I quickly took a shower and put on pajama shorts and a tank top.It didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it wasn’t like Sammy hadn’t seenme naked already, so what was the point? Besides, the shorts were gray andsoft, and the tank top was black and loose but also soft to the touch as well.They were comfortable and that was all I wanted.

I brushed my teeth, needing to make myself look at leastsomewhat presentable.

As I was throwing my long wavy red hair up into a messy bun, theintercom buzzed.

I went up to it and pressed the button. “Yeah.”

“Let me in,” Sammy demanded.

I pressed another button, bracing myself for whatever hisattitude would be this morning and finished fixing my hair so it was off theback of my neck. Once it was up and I was satisfied the elastic could hold allof my hair, a hard knock sounded on the door.

I went to the door, checked the peephole to make sure it was, infact, him and opened it.

He stood there in different clothes, holding a plastic bag and acup of coffee.

“What are you doing back here?” I asked, stepping to the side sohe could enter.

“These are for you,” he said, handing me the bag and coffeeinstead of answering my question. “I didn’t know what you took, so it’s justblack.”

“Oh.” I held the bag and coffee in one hand while I closed andlocked the door. “Thank you but you didn’t have to do this.” I went to thedining room to place the coffee and bag on top of the table when I noticed thatit was leaning on its side. “I guess we did break the table,” I said, more tomyself.

“I told you we would,” Sammy said, coming up to my side. He tookthe bag from me and went into the kitchen.

I followed him.