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I put the towel back on the rail, said, “I can’t, Jess. I’m sorry,” and walked out, shutting the bathroom door behind me. I heard her breathe out, and the shower started again.
I went down and put the kettle on. I couldn’t stop shaking, because I wanted her, and because for the first time in my life I’d said no to something I wanted, and it felt like swallowing glass.
At eight the key turned. Hannah came in, pale with tiredness, dropping her bag, and I met her in the hall and kissed her so hard she gasped against my mouth.
“Someone’s missed me,” she mumbled.
“Come to bed.”
“Tom, I’ve been up for twenty hours…”
“Come to bed, Han.”
I stripped her in the bedroom with the curtains half drawn, kissing her everywhere, her throat, her flat stomach, her small perfect breasts. I pushed her back on the bed and went down on her, eager, greedy, until her tiredness melted into long, shaking moans and her hands gripped my hair. She came, loud, in a way that I knew full well Jess would hear through the wall.
Then I pushed into her, deep and slow, and she wrapped her legs round me and whispered, “God, you’re ravenous today.” We fucked slowly, with the sun coming through the curtain gap, and I came inside her with my face in her neck.
“Mm,” she said, drowsy, kissing me. “I should leave for work more often.”
Down the hall, the shower had stopped. I didn’t tell her why I was crying a little, or why I was smiling.
Ending 8 of 16: Hannah’s Welcome. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.