Chapter 111 Sleepyhead

• “Sleepyhead, we have to clean up,” Ben says.
• I look up to him with sleepy eyes and pout. What if I don’t want to clean up? What if I want to stay here forever in his arms? The air smells of sex and sweat. Yeah, we do need to clean up. Rolling away from him causes pain to shoot up my legs but I cover it up with a smile before Ben notices. There’s a dark spot of blood on the bed, we stare at it and grin at each other. It hurt a little but I want to do it again. 
• My eyes lower to Ben’s dick. It’s the first time I am seeing it during the day. Ben waggles a finger to stop me from touching him but I am not having it. He’s my boyfriend, the love of my life, I am allowed to touch him when I feel like it. He jumps off the bed before I can get to him. Handsome coward.