“How? I don’t even really know you,” he said.

I sat up, wincing a little at the pain in my vee as I turned to sit on the edge of the bed. “You called me Sam.”

“Sorry.” He rubbed his face and leaned over to rest his elbows on his knees. “It’s not how I imagined my first time would be.”

“It was wonderful,” I said and bent for my clothes. “You needed it. I needed it. Don’t over-analyze what happened.”

“I just can’t believe she’s gone.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes, then pulled on my panties. “Yeah.”

He just sat there, naked, watching me dress. “Steph...”

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