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It’s Chad.My fiancé.

Thinking pizza for dinner! I’ll pick it up on the way home! Unless you already took something out to cook!

I look at my wrists.

I’ll need to be careful when I get home and make sure to wear a hoodie and keep my wrists hidden.

I text Chad back a thumbs up emoji.

I start to drive.

Corbin’s cum between my legs. My right ass cheek a little sore.But not hurt.

I don’t want to go home and eat pizza, talk about holiday plans and tell old stories like the time Chad’s second cousin Richie thought a fancy scooped thing of butter was ice cream and was so drunk that he ate the entire thing.

There’s one thing I know for sure.

Corbin isn’t done with me yet.

We haven’t even fucked yet.

He’s just playing with me. He’s just getting started.

That… that gives me something to feel hopeful about.

Chad brings pizza home.

I make a dinner salad, premade from a bag.

Chad thanks me for making the salad.

He’s such a good guy. A good man.

After dinner, he offers to clean up.

I end up outside, sitting on the top step of the front porch, looking up at the night sky. I look at the stars. I watch them twinkle in appearance.

I can still feel Corbin’s cum between my legs. When I move, the dried cum tugs and pulls, acting like glue.

I stand up and go back inside to find Chad slightly hunched over the kitchen sink. He has what looks like a small, plastic tea kettle up against his face. The spout is jammed into his right nostril.

His eyes meet mine.

“Sinus,” he says quickly.

He closes his eyes and tilts the tea kettle looking thing and I watch as liquid starts to pour from his other nostril.

This is my life here. This is the good, normal life. My fiancé has sinus issues. I’ve known that since I met him. He’s rinsing out his sinuses, meaning he thinks he’s getting sick. Anytime Chad thinks a cold is coming on he does this. He swears by it.

Chad growls and shakes his head when he finishes one side.

“What a feeling,” he says. “Want to try it?”

“No thanks,” I say. “You can keep your nose bath to yourself.”

He bursts into a fit of laughter. “Oh, Kate, you kill me sometimes. You’re so dry and mean, it’s so funny.”

“I aim to please,” I say.