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I woke up with a slight headache and a heavy body draped over me—Alex. He slept peacefully, half of his naked body sprawled across mine, his head resting on my chest.I tried to move him carefully, but he stirred and woke instead.“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.“To the bathroom. You want to join me?”“No, thank you,” he murmured.I managed to roll out from under him and went to the bathroom, finished my business, then came back to find Alex already asleep again.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.I walked back to the bed. He was wrapped in the blanket, so I pulled it away, exposing his morning wood.Well, if he wasn’t going to wake up like a normal person, I’d have to improvise. I climbed back on the bed , positioned my head above his hard dick, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth, going straight to the back of my throat. I began to bob my head up and down, wetting his dick with my saliva. He was definitely faking sleep now. I could tell

SIX YEARS LATERAlexander's povlife was more quiet and peaceful in the best way possible. The ocean stretched endlessly in front of us, a beautiful sight to behold. The waves rolled in with patience, cresting and collapsing against the shore in a rhythmic way. I’d learned to admire that kind of consistency—the kind that didn’t demand, didn’t take more than it gave. It just existed.I sat on the warm sand beside Ethan, our shoulders brushing, close enough that I could feel the heat of him even with the sea breeze cutting through the afternoon air. The sun hung low but bright, painting everything in gold. The smell of salt and sunscreen and something sweet—probably the popsicles Jesse and Jane had abandoned halfway through—mixed together until it felt like summer had taken on a physical form.Our children were a few feet away, deeply engaged in what appeared to be a very serious argument over a plastic shovel.Jesse had sand smeared across his knees and one cheek, his curls damp with