Debbie As I stayed there, an idea came into my head. He was still burning. Still hard. You could swear he never got a release. The bathroom. “River, I will be pulling out,” I whispered into his ear. “Give me a few minutes. I will be back. I promise.” He rolled to the side, pulling out of me in a wet slide. Then he stood up, moved to the bathroom, turned the taps on, and the tub began to fill with cold water. I went back inside. I led him in by the hand, feeling the way his palm scorched mine. He wasn't just hot; he was vibrating. Every muscle in his arm was twitching under my touch. "Come on, River," I whispered. "Let’s go to the bathroom.” He followed me like a man walking through a dream. “Into the water. You need to cool down before you burn up,” I said, pointing at the almost filled tub. He moved without arguing. As the cool liquid hit his skin, he let out a long, pained groan that vibrated through the floor. His head fell back against the porcelain rim, and his chest hea
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