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The Sunday morning was very slow and full of sunshine. I got up as the first.

I made plans for an afternoon with Awsten for a walk around Viola Bay a few miles away. I was glad that this very funny and eccentric man wanted to be friends with me outside of work.

I made lemon water, preparing for my routine morning jogging, but the sudden sound of someone coming down the stairs made me jump.

"Hey," I heard Clinton's raspy voice, and I felt his lips on my cheek. His several-week-old facial hair tickled my skin when touched.

"Hi" I said briefly, turning to face him "I'm going for a run, feed Daniel?"

"Yeah, I think I can. Where's his food...?" he asked, leaning against the top of the island in front of me.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and gray sweat shorts. His hair was disheveled, most of it slipped out from under the grip of the rubber band. He looked sweet, if that's how you could call a tall, huge guy who was terribly handsome.

Actually, I was wondering how he got interested in someone like me at all. Ah, yes, the answer was simple - alcohol and the fact that I was the only person in the team who didn't had a penis.

"Everything's in the cupboard under the oven," I showed, shaking my head.

I put a black cap on my head with the emblem of the agency for which I worked, then headed for the exit from the kitchen.

"Wait" Clinton stopped me, grabbing my elbow, gently pulling me to him.

"Something...?" I began, confused by his behavior. He grabbed my sweatshirt by the zipper, fastening it to the end to cover my exposed belly. Underneath I was wearing a short sporty top.

"The wind is blowing, you can catch a flu" he replied, noticing my questioning eyes.

"Stop it" I shook my head with an irritated laugh "I'm going. This time try to sit on the butt and not call the police.

"I'll try," he caught my sarcasm, rolling his eyes. He noticed my little smile, also answering him the same.

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After running along the beach and making some nice Instagram story recordings, I came back to find the boy with his laptop on his lap in the living room.

He worked with headphones on his ears, clearly focused. So I went to the kitchen, eat a bagel with cheese for a second breakfast.

I wondered about our strange kiss from yesterday evening. It was so strange and I felt even worse. Would he kiss me more passionately if my phone didn't rang? Because now it seemed to me that he tried to convince himself that he liked me.

I was annoyed, I had fluctuations in my well-being. The pain in the bones continued and came back like a tilting boat. I wanted to stab myself with a knife, I had enough of it.

I took off my sweatshirt, throwing it on small cupboard in the hallway, then went upstairs to the bathroom, where there was one bedroom and bathroom, because this house was generally small. It used to be a summer house, but when I moved here from Oakland, this place became my home.

I layed down on the bed reading a book. I had a lot of time before meeting Awsten, so I decided to relax and maybe take a little nap. I've never been a fan of such practices, but now I couldn't do without this, I cannot even say why.

After an hour of struggling with the book and remembering previous stories, I heard Clinton enter the room, lying down next to me.

"What would you say if we go out today like a normal couple somewhere for dinner? For example at Venice Beach or something with a pep in Down Town...?" he began, embracing me gently at the waist, putting his head to one side, glancing at me.

"I can't today," I said, lowering the book to look at him.

"Why? Are you in hurry? Because you don't look busy. I'm trying to somehow..." he began to be confused, his tongue clearly tangled.

"No, I just wanted to meet a friend," I replied, reaching out with my hand, tangling it in his hair, untying it. I wanted to see him in a natural way at that moment, without the rubber that kept his wild hair in check.

"Oh, understood" he replied, slightly offended. I knew I hurt him, even though I didn't wanted to. I was honest with him and it probably was not a bad thing on my part.

"Don't take offense, you can always come with me. I'll introduce you or something, "I said, playing with bleached ends of his hair.

"I thought you wanted to be alone," he replied, his face suddenly brightening. The vague word gave way to more cheer up.

"I don't want to be alone" I said without thinking "In two hours on Viola" I informed the boy, closing my eyes, inhaling his scent, which was not like anything else. It was him.

"You have such a beautiful face. How is it possible that you exist?" said the boy out of the blue.

"I'd say the same, but I have nerve" I smiled, snorting softly at his comment.

I felt his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer to him. I laid my head in the hollow of his arm, feeling unimaginably good.

He sighed, shoving his hair back, looking at me with a funny look.

"What?" I laughed almost immediately.

"I was thinking 'bout one thing," he replied mysteriously.

"What's that?" I raised my head, putting it on his torso.

"I didn't finished something yesterday," he said, bringing his face closer to mine. His lips brushed mine, and his tongue almost immediately began to massage mine. I murmured, surprised at his strong determination and how much he dominated me, at the same time giving me pleasure and a sense of control over the situation, despite its clear advantage.

I sat on him without breaking the kiss. I jerked at him, making him moan. His hands held my hips, squeezing lightly.

"It's not a problem?" he asked uncertainly as I reached up to pull off his pants.

"No, moron. You would know if you ever came with me for a check up for once" I hissed, making a quick jerk, getting rid of his pants.

"I told you that I'll be on the next one," he assured, sighing as I took his hand, pumping up and down.

"I don't know if I believe you," I shook my head, kissing him.

I didn't know why, but I was much more horny than usual. And I didn't expected that with Clinton we would return so quickly to the old tracks. Honestly, I didn't expect that we would return to what was at the beginning.

However, I was very surprised.

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