«J-Jacey… I don't know if I should be happier that you fucked me with so much passion… or worried. I know you hate it when I get paranoid… but you almost made it feel like a goodbye fuck,» Veronica murmurs shyly. She's probably afraid I'll snap at her like I do every time she questions my intentions and my love for her.
I swear, this time I'll actually lose my shit if she comes out with something like, «I can understand that it might be hard for you to become a father so young, so maybe it's better if you go live your life with a woman more suited to you.» She won't get away with just a sore asshole!
To be honest, she's perfectly right about the goodbye fuck — even if the reason obviously isn't that I'm afraid of taking responsibility for the baby she's carrying.
