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He emerged from the closet, his hair falling over his eyes and his neck in a messy out - of- bed kind of way. "Are you okay?" He asked, leaning to me, his hands resting on either side of me. I swallowed hard. I mean, I would ask me if everything was fine too with the way I was just sitting right where he had dropped me, my toes curled inwards, the robe he had out around me still loosely tied, just the way he left it. I met his eyes, then bit down on my lips, my eyes darting against both of his eyes. I didn't want to sound like I thought with my hormones alone, and, instead of telling him that I wanted so much more of the things he had done to me in there, I pushed it all away and put him first. I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb running under his eyes. "Do you feel better now?" H