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Happy Sunday, everyone. Our roast dinner is about to be served. There are twelve hungry diners, and I’m excited. I hope you are all well and enjoying Sunday.
I woke Victor twice more through the night to make love. He said I was pneumatic, which I took to mean insatiable, a claim to which I couldn’t disagree.
I’d never wanted to fuck a guy as much as him. He was gorgeous, with muscles that were ripped to the extent that should be shown off on a stage.
But there was more to this man than a great body. I loved his emotional availability and the layers of complexity in character, intellect, fun, and romance that gave depth to his onion-like soul.
I slipped out of bed first, and by 6 a.m. I was in the gym, tuning up for Kayleigh’s first class of the day. The group chat function was on, and I reached out to Hannah, who was at the front of the grid, with me sitting three rows back.
I noticed her contact number was muted on the dash. She didn’t want to chat. Victor distracted me with a wave that I returned, enjoying his tight ass cheeks, well presented in perfectly fitting budgie smuggler swimming trunks.
Kayleigh’s voice jerked me out of a pervy moment, and I grinned inside, shaking Victor’s body out of my mind.
“Start spinning. Don’t forget to keep an even pace and not have a blowout trying to follow our Olympian.”
Off the start line, Hannah sprinted to get ahead. I wove through a few fellow riders, getting to the front but still languishing far behind her and falling back.
Oh well, I’ll catch her later in real life.
She slowed down almost to a stop. Hannah’s avatar stood on her pedals, and she turned around, grinning in my direction. I saw our communications channel was open, and she waited, spinning harder when I approached so I needn’t slow down.
“Hi, babes. I didn’t see you join, so I muted.”
“I thought I’d missed you at the start line, Hannah.”
“I was planning to blast a few cobwebs today.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. A fresh start has been good to me so far.”
“Can we go live and see each other’s faces, please, Hannah?”
“Of course.”
When she appeared on my screen, I grinned and felt happier instantly. Hannah looked pleased, too, although far less strained than me.
“Have you made plans for today, Amy?”
“I have four hours of study to cram in, but aside from that, nothing.”
“Can we meet, please?”
“I’d love to.”
“How about at your university? It’s secure, and your new bodyguard team will feel comfortable there.”