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onto her pussy lips, before pushing back into her slick
hole and letting loose the rest of his seed.
    Chase cried out, groaning, as she also
climaxed again.
    “Fuck me,” she said, breathless.   “Fuck me.”
    And he did.

 
    ***

 
    Afterwards, they went and showered
together in the master bath.
    They were like a couple of teenagers,
laughing and giggling, totally at ease with one another.
    She soaped Chase’s body like before,
rubbing him down, feeling every inch of him, enjoying the interplay of his well-muscled
frame.
    There wasn’t any sex this time, but there
was lots of sensual enjoyment of one another.  
    Chase, for his part, wanted to wash her
hair, and she let him.   He massaged
her scalp like a pro, and she closed her eyes, feeling the hot water and steam
and her love’s fingers, pressuring her scalp and making her feel like she was
at some spa getting the royal treatment.
    After the shower, they both got changed
into sweat pants and t-shirts, and they went downstairs and Chase broke out ice
cream, making them up each a bowl of Peanut Butter Cup ice cream and proudly
handing her the bowl, like a kid showing his parents what he made in class that
day.
    They sat on the couch, cuddled together,
with a quilt covering their laps, and she curled up next to him, watching a
Matt Damon movie where he played a criminal mastermind.
    It didn’t matter what the movie was,
though.
    They were together.   It was late at night and so much had
happened, and yet they’d made it through all the drama and fighting.
    Boogie was forgotten.
    Chase leaving her alone for hours without
explanation was forgotten.
    The wounds, at least temporarily, were
closed.
    They watched the movie mostly in
silence.   It was enough just to be
close, just to know they had one another.
    She put her bowl of half-finished ice
cream down and soon began to drift off, and when she awoke, Chase had turned
the television set off and was picking her up like a father might pick up his
sleeping child.
    “Oh, I fell asleep,” she said, as he lifted
her easily off the couch in the darkness.
    “Shhh…” he said.   “Don’t worry.”   He held her in his arms and then walked
her upstairs and into the master bedroom, laying her on the bed and tucking her
in.
      “Chase…” she said.   “I love you.   I really do.”
    “I love you too,” he said, sliding into
bed next to her and holding her.
    “Promise we’ll always be like this.”
    “Always,” he promised.
    And then he fell asleep too, at perhaps
the same time as she.   They drifted
off like that together and didn’t wake up again until the doorbell rang.
    It seemed that just moments had passed
when Faith startled awake once more—and Chase was already on his feet,
putting on his clothes.  
    “What happened?” she said, her heart
pounding.   “Is everything okay?”
    “Someone’s here,” he said, as he pulled a
shirt on over his massive torso, covering his tattoos.  
    The doorbell rang again.   Faith got out of bed, too.
    “I’m coming with you,” she said.
    He shrugged, and then started out of the
room, as she put her clothes on.   By
the time she’d gotten dressed, Chase had already gotten downstairs and was
opening the front door.
    “Hey,” she heard him saying, and his tone
was one of concern and surprise.  
    There was the sound of a woman’s voice,
but Faith couldn’t hear her words.   Just knowing it was a woman sent her stomach into knots.
    And Chase had sounded caring and
concerned, which made her wonder if this wasn’t some ex-lover or ex-girlfriend
showing up at his doorstep.
    Just the thought of it made her almost
unbearably jealous.
    Calm
down, Faith.   It could be anyone standing out there right now .
    She hurried out of the bedroom and ran
down the stairs to the first floor.   Already, Chase was letting the woman in.
    It took Faith a moment to register that
Monique was standing in the apartment, talking to Chase.
    Monique was wearing a long