and there’d been no closing them again. Even the briefest memory of the night before made him smile, and some of the memories went on and on. He knew it was partly ridiculous male ego puffing him up. After all, he hadn’t just made Veronica come, he’d felt her orgasm gripping him as she’d gasped his name. Goddamn, that had been...heartwarming. He grinned again as he headed out an hour early for work in the hopes of getting in on a pickup game at the fire station. He needed to work off some of this energy. The surfeit of energy wasn’t ego, at least. It was something dumber than that. He was crushing. Hard. Veronica was cute and sweet and smart. And the sex was fucking fantastic. Something about her made his mouth water and his cock throb. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew one thing: this relationship couldn’t work. Hell, maybe that was part of the attraction, that she was permanently out of his reach.
