Caught in the Wind (Conclusion)

Continued from Sunset Motel…

I still want a baby.

As we lie in bed, day three of our weekend romp, I think to ask for his sperm, for both our sakes, but my voice is caught in the wind blowing through the open window.

He rolls to his side. “I think I love you.”

We both know it’s a lie, but it feels right for the moment.

I lean in, kiss him, and he inserts himself into me one last time.

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And that’s the end! I hope you guys enjoyed my Valentine’s Day serial. It probably wasn’t the love story you were expecting, but when have I ever been known to give you basic “boy likes girl” love stories? To read from the beginning, click here: Group Therapy (Part 1).