Chapter 32: Divulgence
We made love for six days straight, sometimes two or three times a day after Brayden’s closing on bungalow forty-six, and my ass hurt because of his c**k-use. Its cheeks were swollen and red, which prompted me to say to the real estate agent, “I need a break from the s*x, you’re c**k is damaging my rump.”
He laughed at me over breakfast one morning. “You can’t be serious?”
“Serious as an unbearable rash.”
He fingered the shells he had left for me to find in his treasure hunt on the beach. One by one he picked them up, admired their words, and then placed them back down. Ignoring my comments about my hurting ass, he asked, “Tell me who you love, Mr. Shawford.”
“Some guy who writes on shells. I think he sells bungalows.”
He laughed. Then in a serious tone that so
