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boy on the planet, so owning a successful software company would have come as a complete surprise, but he would’ve been proud. He was always proud of me . My heart expands at the thought.
    “Yoohoo, earth to Hunter. There’s a hungry naked person over here.” Autumn’s melodic tone drags me back to the now, and I push the cart over toward the bed.
    “So, what do you want to start with?” I ask, lifting up the silver platters one at a time.
    “I’ll start with the apple pie,” she sings, a beaming smile lifting her cheeks.
    “Starting with dessert? You can’t do that. Dessert is last,” I profess, shoveling a French fry in my mouth, realizing just how hungry I am, too.
    “Who says? There are no rules for food order,” she retorts, crossing her arms over her chest, and my eyes are drawn to the nipple peeking out there.
    Fuck the food order.
    I jump on the bed, tackling her, my tongue lashing out to take her nipple into my mouth. She wriggles beneath me, her legs instantly surrounding my hips, my cock nestled against her pussy.
    “Hunter, I-I need—”
    “Yes, sweetheart, tell me what you need,” I murmur, sucking the hard tip, flicking it around with my tongue.
    “I need… ahh,” she moans, tugging me closer, and I’m desperate to be buried inside her again.
    “Yes?”
    “I need… f-food.” She laughs, and I groan in frustration before seeking out my revenge by biting her nipple.
    I drop my head against her chest, willing my cock to calm down. “Well, we better eat then. You’re going to need your sustenance to get through the night.”
    We sit side by side and begin to make a dent in all this food. I shake my head as I watch her polish off her apple pie first. I’ve never met anyone who eats dessert before their main course.
    “Really, Autumn. Who eats dessert before their meal? You’re quite unique,” I remark, taking a bite of the juicy cheeseburger.
    “This is really bothering you isn’t it?” she teases as she rubs it in, closing her eyes, making a pleasurable noise, savoring the taste. “Here”—she holds out her fork to me—“try it,” she prods, and I open for her as she pushes the fork into my mouth. She’s right. It’s delectable.
    “Yeah, okay. You got me. It’s good. But, I still wouldn’t eat it first.”
    A few minutes of comfortable silence pass between us. It’s nice because I don’t feel the need to talk or try to impress her. I let out a sigh, a wave of calm rolling over me.
    “So can I ask you something?” she says, finally breaking the quiet.
    Maybe I spoke too soon.
    “Sure.”
    “Why did you get so annoyed before? You know, when I passed out. You seemed angry. Did I do something to upset you?”
    There’s something so pure about the way she asks the question, as if she’s worried that she’s done something wrong, making me want to set her straight immediately.
    I place the burger down on the plate, wiping my mouth with a napkin. “No, Autumn. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I exhale a harsh breath, the memory alive and well in the recesses of my mind.
     
    “Dad,” I said, “the ball game was awesome. The Yankees kicked ass.”
    He glared at me, but his mouth turned up in a smile. “You’re right, son, they did kick ass. I’m glad we were able to get tickets for the game. You want to go grab a pizza before we head home?”
    “Yeah, let’s do it. I’m starving.”
    We walked a few more blocks when suddenly Dad stopped. I noticed he was short of breath.
    “Dad, you okay?” I asked, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he clutched at his chest. His face turned pale before his huge body dropped to the ground as if it weighed nothing. “Dad!” I shouted, watching his face etched in pain. I sank to my knees, yanking the cell phone from his pocket to call 911. “Stay with me, Dad, please stay with me.” My own chest hurt, eyes filled with tears seeing my dad sprawled out on the sidewalk, feeling completely helpless as I waited for the