[The conversation is an awkward one when his softening body is still buried in hers, his seed dripping down onto his stomach. He swallows, reaches for a nearby seashell to center himself. His thumbs stroke it as the color remains high and bright in his cheeks.]
Why should I be different?
[Soft, still defiant. In spite of knowing, L should be allowed to be like any other lover Alex might take, blithely wreathing himself in her scent of sea spray.
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Why should I be different?
[Soft, still defiant. In spite of knowing, L should be allowed to be like any other lover Alex might take, blithely wreathing himself in her scent of sea spray.