Ace
In the next second my tights and panties were up and I was swiveled around to face him.
I watched as he removed the condom, tied it, did up his jeans, and then pocketed the condom to dispose of appropriately. He didn't say a word but I could practically hear the gears in his head shifting behind those clear hazel eyes. His eyebrows were scrunched together and bruised, plump lips pinched in a frown.
"Did I hurt you?" Ace finally asked, balling his fists to the side. It was that question that proved his uncaring behavior to be a facade.