I wish I could say that Mari and I f****d when she stayed in my room that night.
But that would have made sense. That would’ve been what anyone would have expected. Even me. I hadn’t lied when I’d said if she were in bed with me, I wasn’t going to lie there like a chaste nun.
When I came into my bedroom and found Mari curled up on the right side, her red hair in a bun and her face clean of makeup, I went instantly hard.
Yet when I slid into bed next to her, she said, “We’re not having sex.”
My c**k withered. “Why the f**k not?”
She gave me a look that could only be described as wifely. “This apartment is tiny. Your sister will hear us.”
“Then you’ll just have to be quiet.”
Mari snorted. “Will it make you feel better if I say that there’s no way I could manage to stay quiet?”
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