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“
Oh
…
”
Even
I
hear
the
disbelief
in
her
voice
.
Christian
blinks
rapidly
,
staring
down
at
me
,
wide
-
eyed
with
humored
horror
.
“
Shit
!
It
’
s
my
mother
.
”
*
*
*
He
pulls
out
of
me
suddenly
.
I
wince
.
He
sits
up
on
the
bed
and
throws
the
used
condom
in
a
wastebasket
.
“
Come
on
,
we
need
to
get
dressed
—
that
’
s
if
you
want
to
meet
my
mother
.
”
He
grins
,
leaps
up
off
the
bed
,
and
pulls
on
his
jeans
—
no
underwear
!
I
struggle
to
sit
up
as
I
’
m
still
tethered
.
“
Christian
—
I
can
’
t
move
.
”
His
grin
widens
,
and
leaning
down
,
he
undoes
the
tie
.
The
woven
pattern
has
made
an
indentation
around
my
wrists
.
It
’
s
…
sexy
.
He
gazes
at
me
.
He
’
s
amused
,
his
eyes
dancing
with
mirth
.
He
kisses
my
forehead
quickly
and
beams
at
me
.
“
Another
first
,
”
he
acknowledges
,
but
I
have
no
idea
what
he
’
s
talking
about
.
“
I
have
no
clean
clothes
in
here
.
”
I
am
filled
with
sudden
panic
,
and
considering
what
I
’
ve
just
experienced
,
I
’
m
finding
the
panic
overwhelming
.
His
mother
!
Holy
crap
.
I
have
no
clean
clothes
,
and
she
’
s
practically
walked
in
on
us
in
flagrante
delicto
.
“
Perhaps
I
should
stay
here
.
”
“
Oh
no
,
you
don
’
t
,
”
Christian
threatens
.
“
You
can
wear
something
of
mine
.
”
He
’
s
slipped
on
a
white
T
-
shirt
and
runs
his
hand
through
his
just
-
fucked
hair
.
In
spite
of
my
anxiety
,
I
lose
my
train
of
thought
.
His
beauty
is
derailing
.
