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JoJo's POV

I wake up in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body heat fanning against my skin.

His breath is shallow but when I crane my neck to see, his eyes are shut. He's asleep.

I need to pee, so I try to untangle myself from his arms but they only tighten around me.

“Whereareyougoing?” His deep voice is a gruffy rasp and I feel its feathery weight on my skin as he rolls us to the other side of the bed.

“I need to pee!” I whisper-yell, squeezing my sore thighs in impatience.

“Okay, okay.” He begrudgingly lets go of me and I slap his chest before I scurry over to the bathroom. In my birthday suit.

At this point, I can't be embarrassed about rushing off to the bathroom barebacked with him in the room. Not after he’s fucked me ten ways to Sunday.

I bend over to pee and I realize Jeremy cleaned me up earlier and that single thought has me holding onto my chest and hyperventilating in the kitchen sink.

What does this mean?

Why did he clean me up?

Does this mean we're togeth