The night I spent with Naomi was truly unforgettable.
After that first intense round, we went at it again about an hour later — just enough time to finish the joint and get some of our energy back. In the end, between the weed and the exhaustion, we literally passed out.
The last time was the following morning. When I opened my eyes and found her naked, soaking wet, and straddling me... well, I gave her a proper good morning.
Even so, I still can't get that hint of sadness out of my head — that look she had right after I'd come inside her, when she kept insisting I shouldn't get any strange ideas about the two of us having a romantic future together.
Of course, I'd never even considered something like that.
But then... why did she feel the need to emphasize it so much?
Anyway...
