-POV Derby I left Jordan’s office that evening knowing I’d just made everything harder. I couldn’t bring myself to go home yet, so I spent the next hour wandering the city with nowhere specific to be, letting the cold night air sting my skin, hoping I’d stop replaying every conversation we’d had that week. If anything, it made things worse. Somewhere along the way, Jordan had stopped being a mistake and started becoming a habit, how he’d fucked me deep and slow while whispering that my pussy was his. How I’d come so hard I saw stars, moaning his name like it was the only word I knew. By the time I got back to my apartment, I was too tired to keep arguing with myself. I took a long shower, trying to wash him off. The shower helped about as much as everything else I’d tried that week. The problem wasn’t the scent or the memory of his hands, that was I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face when I left. For the first time, he’d looked less like the man with all
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