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I undress and follow her into her tiny bathroom. Standing behind her, I look at her face in the mirror while she wipes a bit of toothpaste foam from the corner of her mouth.
"There's something really wrong here."
"Yeah, I know," she says. "I've turned into a blimp." She shrugs sadly, and I wish for the words to tell her how magnificent and desirable she is. But then I realize actions speak louder than words, so instead of shushing her, I press my erection against her back. She feels it and the sides of her lips twitch.
"Nah, what's wrong is that I'm the only one naked and I was looking forward to taking you with me in the shower."
You’d think I’d know better.
Better than to fall for a biker, and one from a different MC.
Better than to get knocked up by a Nomad who vanished without a trace.
Better than to try and hide it from my family.