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I collapse to my back next to him.

“Shit,” he breathes. His head turns, and he looks at me. “You surprise me.”

I wipe at my mouth, my chin. “I know.”

He laughs. It’s a beautiful sound, a burst of true amusement. “You know.”

“You made assumptions about me, Apollo.”

“I did. I assumed you were…a good girl.” Another laugh. “It seems I was incorrect.”

“Seems so.” I roll toward him, and to my shock, he extends his arm around me and pulls me against him. “Thing is, Apollo—Iama good girl. Or, I was.” I drag a finger through the sticky mess on his belly. “Then I met you. And I’m suddenly…not so good after all.”

“I should go clean up.” He doesn’t move, however.

I laugh. “Legs not working?”

He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “No.”

I pat his chest and roll out of bed. “I’ve got it.”

“Corinna…”

“It’s fine, Apollo.” I smile, pause, and then crawl back onto the bed to kiss him. “One, I need to brush my teeth and wash my face. Two, you need to rest.” I flip his soft cock to one side. “I’ve got plans for you.”

He watches me crawl off the bed and I feel his eyes on me as I walk away. I clean his cum off of my face and use his mouthwash to clean my mouth out. Not that he tasted bad—far from it. But I don’t think anyone wants that after taste in their mouth for long. I soak a washcloth in warm water and return to him, use it to clean him thoroughly—the mess on his belly, the stickiness from his cock.

Both of us something like clean, I get back in bed. He’s on his side, just looking at me, head pillowed on his arms.

“What?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

“Don’t nothing me, Apollo. There’s something.”

“I already said—you surprise me.”

“Why?”

“It’s not that I thought you were good. I did, and you are.” He gestures at the bed, at me. “This? It doesn’t make you bad. Or dirty. It’s just sex—liking it makes you human.” He’s quiet a moment. “What surprises me is that you…” a shrug, a shake of his head. “I’m not sure how to put it.”

“Try.”

“I suppose…it seems like perhaps you…care.” It’s said quietly. “You aren’t just giving in to lust.”

“I don’t know what it is, Apollo. It’s lust. I haven’t had sex in months. And…I do like sex. A lot.”

“I can tell.” A smirk.

I slap his arm. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not. I appreciate it about you—I recognize that I am very much the beneficiary of the fact that you like to have a lot of sex.”

“I didn’t say I have sexa lot,” I laugh, “I said Ilikesex a lot. It’s different.” I shrug, sighing. “But I guess maybe it is a lot. Bryn and I go out with our friends fairly frequently, down in the islands. I hook up.”

He shakes his head. “It’s more than merely lust.” He stares into me. “I should know. I’ve indulged in pure lust. It’s all I’ve ever known. The meeting of needs, yes?”

I nod. “Yeah, I know what you mean. That’s what it is, mostly.”