SPADE
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I realized she hadn’t said a word in minutes as I wrapped her in my arms. I lifted my head to look down at her, and she was staring at the ceiling. “Robyn, do you want me to change the color of the ceiling?”
Frowning, she looked up at me. “Why?”
“I asked you if you were okay—”
“And if I were hurt. I heard you.”
“And?” I c****d my eyebrows and watched her cheeks turn red. I chuckled. She was still thinking about the s*x. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s s*x. People should enjoy it, and do it pleases them.”
“Easy for you to say, you’ve had hundreds of partners.”
“Okay.” I got up and lay on my side, resting my elbow against the mattress so I could take a clear look at her. “You completely misunderstood me, baby. I was trying to correct
