Chapter 13

“Are you okay enough to do this?”

I mumbled, “Yes. Just be careful with the shoulder”

Noah closed the bedroom door, turned out the lights, held me, kissed me and pleasured me with his mouth as he stroked himself, until we both ejaculated.

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Afterwards, Noah fell asleep fairly quickly. I sat up in bed once I heard him snore. Usually I had no problems sleeping after sex. But I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t because of Noah’s snoring either. His snoring was actually comforting. Instead, I thought of the events involving the shooting.

I repeated the images in my mind: the gunshots, the blood, and the car I heard speeding away. I should have turned to look at the car. Why did it happen? I remembered moving my chair back shortly before the gunshots. Was I the target?