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It’d been a month, and well, I knew two things. One, I wasn’t paying rent. Every time I asked, Zeke tried to have s*x with me. He mostly won those conversations. And two, I had never understood the s*x-obsessed people. The girls who gushed about it in Manny’s at night. The books. The movies. Society.
I did now. Oh, boy, did I understand now.
The other thing I didn’t know, was how my bed felt because I hadn’t slept in it. Every night, we were in Zeke’s. If I informed him I was going to my room, to my bed, somehow I’d still end up in his. He was damned good at it too.
I was just coming from the back section at Manny’s when I heard Zeke’s voice from the bar area. Since I moved in, he’d come in a few times, but not as much as before. Though he and I were… well, he and I. I’d missed
