REN
Why was he still hung up on that night?
Was it the sex? Did he want to go another round?
Because I'd—well, I wouldn't—ughh! Would I?
But I already played dumb when he brought it up at the race. I thought we already cleared that up.
And even if he did want a replay—which I wasn't saying I'd agree to—but even if he did, I wasn't sure it was going to be physically possible. That encounter was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, backbreakingly delightful—I mean, I didn't remember most of it, but I was fully conscious during the first part.
But it wasn't going to happen again.
Well, at least I wasn't going to experience it the same way again. Z-Gen Omegas were sexually numb. I was the human equivalent of a tree. I thought that night did change something, but it didn't.
And I had one week of having to avoid mere boxers as a painful reminder. I scrunched my face at the memory.
But would he really go through all this for just sex?
