“I don’t know what happened,” he sputtered into the phone, not caring that he’d screamed into his best friend’s ear. He didn’t care about much anymore. It had been a week since he’d heard from Miranda and he was going out of his mind. He’d had the most amazing night of his life, except for having to leave at four in the morning to be back in his bed before his mother came in to give him his morning pain pill. He would have liked to have stayed the night to wake up with Miranda in his arms, to make her breakfast, to help her get dressed. His cock throbbed with the idea, and the million others he’d concocted of Miranda since leaving her bed. But she’d been so insistent about his parents not finding him missing. Not wanting to worry them, he’d given in. He thought she’d had an amazing night too. He’d done everything he could to show her how special, cherished and beautiful she was. All the different emotions he’d felt for her for ten years. He’d thought she’d felt them too.
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