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Adam? Yes, Matty.
©2019 by Gamin Paramour
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1) This is fiction, although it”s Based on a True Story! (Unless the guy was bullshitting me, but I don”t think he was.)
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Adam vetted a grownup partner for Matty.
It was amazing how boys and men spiraled into Matty’s orbit like passing asteroids captured by the sun’s gravity. Matty”s prediction came to pass in spades, that of getting involved with a lot more adult men. In fact, he got incredibly good at spotting boy-lovers in the wild, and once or twice a month I was called upon to vet some candidate that he was certain was hot for his little ass. I had to streamline the process, compared to what I did with Jeff. It was just too time-comsuming. So I settled for my Internet searches, a little mild stalking and direct confrontation, which turned out to be quite sufficient.
And hot for his little ass they were: a divorced neighbor here, a Little League coach there, and a remarkable number of fathers, uncles and older brothers of school friends. But it shouldn’t have been all that surprising, really. How could any red-blooded boy-lover possibly keep his eyes inside his head when a kid like Matty walked by?
At first it was painful for me, meeting and evaluating the guys who were angling to sleep with my boy, but it was necessary, and at least I knew that he wasn’t getting mixed up with someone who would hurt him.
I had to say no a number of times, which pissed Matty off at first but finally he came to trust my judgment. One guy got caught in several lies, so he was out. Another got scared that I was a cop and Matty was being used as bait, so he made himself scarce. One just had your basic skeevy, perverted vibe, and my gut said No Fucking Way. Several made the cut, though, and Matty became a man of the world at age twelve.
Lots of changes came to pass that year, when Matty was in seventh grade. Ironically Jason, the only one of the original group who had never had a full-on dry orgasm, was the first to release a drop of clear, immature fluid. Sadly I was not a participant that day, but heard about it through the grapevine.
It seems Jason and little Mike had a sleepover and were feverishly sixty-nining when Jason made a sound unlike any he’d made before. Mike swore he tasted something suspiciously like cum, but not really. Jason reported that it felt different than any other time, and so the group decreed that until further notice he was not to finish any sex act inside of an orifice, so that any emission could be observed. Blow jobs were to be finished as hand jobs. Fucking was to be finished as slick-leg. Masturbation was to be observed by at least one friend.
Finally David was the lucky winner, finishing one of his patented blow jobs with one of his patented hand jobs, jerking tiny drops of clear, runny jizz out of Jason’s still-small and hairless dick and onto his smooth pubic mound.
In what seemed like only a week Jason had wispy hairs appearing above his cock, then filling in quickly like time-lapse photography of forest reclamation. The clear fluid turned into white cream, a little at first, then more and more until Jason was spraying his stomach and chest with iridescent pearls.
David was next, and while Matty was thrilled that his lover could finally give him that gift I was filled with dread, watching my perfect, soft, sweet boy-harem slowly, inexorably turn into – gasp – teenagers!
Matty was thirteen years, two months and nine days old when that rat bastard Puberty crept up and stole him from me. I”ll never forget that night, and I really do feel honored to have shared his thrill at this amazing new capability, even though it also filled me with dismay. I knew it was the beginning of the end.
He had asked for a nip-sucking hand job, just like our very first time, which was still a go-to three years into our relationship. He was getting into it even more than usual that night and I knew he was going to cum hard.
“Adam!” he cried as the stomach convulsions began. “Oh, yeah! Faster, faster! I wanna cum!”
I stroked him furiously, sucking and biting his sensitive nipple the exact way I knew would bring him off. He arched up from the bed and his red face grimaced in sweet torment.
“Ahhh!” he practically screamed, and before my amazed eyes one small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his dick. It swelled into a large round bubble and then broke, running down across his red-hot dickhead and dribbling through my fingers. I kept stroking him as my heart filled with both joy and sorrow, joy for his gain and sorrow for my loss. He convulsed again and again, finally settling back to the bed and closing his eyes, his heart pounding and his chest heaving. I let him rest a few seconds, gazing upon his blissful post-orgasm expression, until his beautiful green eyes fluttered open.
“Have a look at this,” I said, and hovered my moistened hand over his face, pulling apart thin strands of his first-ever release.
“Why are you showing me your pre-cum?” he asked in confusion. “I”ve seen it a million times.”
“No, baby,” I said. “This came from you.”
Matty sat bolt upright, his mouth open in surprise. “What?” he exclaimed.
“You came for real, honey,” I said. “Congratulations.”
“Oh, Adam!” he cried. “Did I really?”
“Yes, Matty,” I said. “You”re growing up right before my eyes.”
I opened my arms and Matty threw himself into them. We kissed deeply until we both began to run out of breath.
“Wow!” he said. “I knew it was a really good cum, but I didn”t know that happened.”
“Did it feel any different?” I asked.
“Not really, no,” he said, a bit disappointed. “But next time I”ll pay special attention, and maybe I can feel something.”
“Don”t worry, baby,” I said. “Pretty soon it”s going to feel amazing!”
“I can”t wait to show David,” he said. “He”s been dying to taste mine, now that he shoots for me.” Matty grinned at me for a second, but suddenly his face dropped into a look of concern. “But Adam!” he said, “I don”t want to grow up before your eyes! I don”t want to make you sad!”
My heart melted again for my sweet, kind little boy. “Don”t worry about it, honey,” I said. “Neither of us has a choice in the matter. You are the love of my life and I”m really happy I was here for your very first wet cum!”
Of course it took months for the physical changes to become too much to ignore, the wispy first threads of light, golden down giving way to thicker and tighter curls, but he truly was still the love of my life and I truly shared Matty”s bliss the first time he actually felt the Howitzer shell rifle up his short gun barrel and fire into the air. I was incredibly happy for him, even as my sweet boy”s hairless perfection slipped away.
There were good points to it, too. As horny as he had always been, Matty got seriously sex-obsessed for a while there as the hormones crashed over him like Victoria Falls during the rains. He would finish an after-school session in his room with David, and with the front door barely closed behind his departed lover he would call my name in a lilting tone that positively defined “come-hither.” He usually couldn”t produce any more liquid — he needed two or three days to recharge for the first month or two — but he would invariably cum as hard as I”d ever seen him.
And it was absolutely amazing to fuck my rapacious Matty on his back with his butt up on a pillow and watch his seedless fluid splash onto his barely-fuzzed pubes. As time went on ankara türbanlı escort the clear raindrops fell further up his belly, getting whiter and creamier each time, then his chest, and soon the thick pearly evidence forced even me to concede defeat to the all-powerful god, Testosterone the Mighty.
Six months after Matty’s first ejaculation his cock finally measured five inches and his self-imposed rule said he could finally put it in me. That was another great night, for we played it up big and had a Matty”s Night to beat them all.
He wanted me on my back, knees up to my shoulders, and he ate my ass for what seemed like an hour before he greased up his slim tool and pushed it into me in a single slow push. Once he was fully in — which certainly didn”t feel like a grown man but was a lovely, sturdy presence in any case — he really lived up to his promise. I always meant what I said, that Matty topped like a goddamn stallion, and he leaned in and kissed me like only a lover can as he gave me the first in a long line of fantastic fucks that no one has ever surpassed.
As great as that was, it still deflated my heart to think that my beautiful Matty, my wonderful little boy, was only a memory.
I still had sweet, insatiable little Mikey. Providence was kind (to me) and kept his body smooth and childish for many months, and in fact, his parents finally had him examined by a Pediatric Endocrinologist. They were relieved to hear that his hormone levels were normal and, though somewhat behind schedule, his boy parts were developing properly.
I could have told them the last part.
The doc said Mikey was just an extremely late bloomer who would get there eventually and might even grow to average height by adulthood, which was certainly good news but didn’t help much when he was being mocked and even bullied by bigger kids.
I found myself slightly fixated on him after all the others had matured, and I felt very guilty about that because satisfying my fetish was not his responsibility. Still, he seemed more than happy to be my go-to boy. One evening while Matty and David were out on a date Mikey bicycled over and we had our fun in the family room. Afterward we lay naked on the couch and he told me about the doctor’s findings.
“So, six to twelve more months of being the runt of the litter,” he said. “It was bad enough just being the littlest, back when nobody else had any hair either. But now I’m literally the only one in the whole gym class.”
“God, Mike,” I said, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with that.”
“There’s supposedly another freshman boy in another gym class but I don’t know him,” he said. “That doesn’t help me anyway, that somebody else has it just as bad. It still sucks when some big kid says I should go play in the sandbox.”
“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?” I said, tenderly running a finger up and down his slim forearm.
He smiled affectionately. “I know, Adam,” he said. Then his eyes turned serious and he softly said, “Would you just hold me for a little while?”
I smiled as comfortingly as I could. “Of course.” I said, “Scoot right in here.”
Mikey slid his little body up next to my side and brought every inch of his exposed skin into contact with mine, laying his cheek against my bare chest. I wrapped him in my arms and we sighed together in contentment. I kissed the top of his head, and his hair smelled appealingly of shampoo and a tiny bit of boy sweat. His whole body smelled sweet and clean, and I knew he had bathed thoroughly before coming over just to please me. We didn’t move for a long time.
“Adam?” he finally said.
“I used to pray every night that I would wake up in the morning and I’d suddenly have my pubic hair,” he said.
“I bet you’ll really be glad when that day comes.”
He fell silent again, and I could feel the tension leave his body. After many seconds he said, “Actually, when I’m here like this I’m really glad I can still be little for you. I know it turns you on, and I like that I’m the boy and you’re the man. I’ll really miss that when I grow up.”
I remembered Matty saying something very much like that, way back when he was eleven or so. It touched me even more coming from Mikey because it involved a sacrifice that Matty never had to make.
I nudged the small boy around to face me and kissed him deeply, and he responded as strongly as any boy ever could. We made love again, slowly and passionately, and although I ultimately couldn’t hold back quite long enough and came a few thrusts before he did it was still amazing. We collapsed on the couch with our chests heaving, still kissing as hard as we could.
Mike and I spent a lot of time together, both in and out of bed and with Matty’s blessing. For the first time in his life he seemed not to mind being abnormally small and immature, and he certainly loved how much sex we were having. Mike lamented along with me when the rat bastard finally came for him, but come it did and then I had no one.
Of course I wasn’t entirely alone. I still had Matty and the boys, even if they were no longer the magnificent, delectable nymphs of the early days. Jason’s puberty had hit him like the 3:15 out of Penn Station and inside of a year he was much too hairy and greasy for me, not at all the type of adult body that kick-started my Harley. Also, he had met a gently dominant eleventh-grader named Charlie and was basking in the glow of Young Love, so none of our group was seeing much of Jason anymore.
As mentioned, Mikey finally got his pubes and a growth spurt a few weeks after his fifteenth birthday but thankfully the rest of him remained nicely smooth and he was just as insatiable as ever. There were fewer opportunities to be with him, though, as he got busier and his life-path diverged from Matty’s. I guess some of Uncle Jackie’s theatricality was in Mikey, too, because he started taking drama classes and became a theater nerd. We went to all of his plays and he was actually good, a production of Newsies proving that he could even dance and sing! Who knew?
David had a very normal puberty and was hot as ever but in a different way. He and his brothers had completely accepted his gayness, though both Danny and Donny now identified as straight and his parents remained clueless. David was very sympathetic to my plight and offered himself whenever he sensed that I was feeling simply too neglected. He did it with a sweetness that brought a tear to my eye, and I must confess I took him up on it more than once.
Matty was still my boyfriend and favorite male sex partner, though the frequency of our lovemaking definitely declined as he moved through high school and got busier and busier. My enjoyment of our lovemaking did not decline despite his inevitable maturation. Well, a tiny bit, I guess, hardly enough to mention. Certainly not enough to bother me.
OK, so it bugged the shit out of me, as stupid as that is. I mean, the sex was still great when we were actually at it. It’s always great with the person you love. It was my insanity the rest of the time that weighed on me, and I felt like a total jerk because of it.
Why couldn’t I stop obsessing on the loss of a gorgeous little boy and instead welcome this handsome hunk of a young man who loved me like crazy? Boys I loved had grown up before, Chris for example. Of course I had grown up right alongside him, so I guess it really wasn’t the same. I didn’t like it that Jason and David and Mikey weren’t young and creamy soft anymore, but I wasn’t haunted by it. It was just Matty, and I felt terrible, like I resented his right to grow up and have his own life.
And then there was Susan.
I remembered back at the beginning of our relationship, when I tuzla escort told myself that if Matty had not been in the picture that Susan by herself would have been enough for me. That was easy enough to say when it was merely hypothetical and I was getting my daily fix of a beautiful ten-year-old. Now it seemed I had a chance to put my money where my mouth was, to know for sure if that was the truth or just some BS I told myself so I wouldn’t feel so evil for cheating on Susan with her own son. I sought redemption by resolving that I would, for once in my miserable life, be faithful to my wife.
At first everything seemed great. Susan delighted in the extra attention and my new spark of enthusiasm in the bedroom. I felt like a weight had been lifted since I was no longer sneaking around behind the back of the woman I truly loved. Our sex life had been very good all along, but now that I was no longer spreading myself thin it was more frequent and more passionate. My own lessened guilt helped, too.
One Friday evening after six weeks of exclusive heterosexuality Matty and I were passing in the kitchen when he unexpectedly grabbed my elbow, spinning me around to face him.
“Dad!” he said in a voice laden with both challenge and fear. “What the hell is going on? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, son,” I insisted, “of course not.”
“Then why are you ignoring me?” he implored, his eyes anguished and moist. “You haven’t touched me in weeks. You barely even talk to me. I’m too old now, aren’t I? You don’t want me because I’m not little anymore!”
“Oh, Matty, no!” I said, pulling him into a hug. “You’ll never be too old for me. I love you now just as much as I ever did, and I’ll still love you on the day I die.”
I wrapped him tightly in my arms and forcefully kissed his warm, familiar lips. The stubble on his chin didn’t help my feelings, I’m afraid. My mind flashed to my plan to buy him one of those new electric razors for his birthday, the kind with the super-fine mesh screen for super-close shaves. I wondered if I could talk him into using it all over his body.
“Then let’s go upstairs right now and you can show me,” Matty said eagerly. “I’ve been dying for one of your fabulous blow jobs!”
I hesitated a beat too long and he broke away from me, tears leaping onto his cheeks.
“I knew it!” he spat. “It was never me you loved, it was my hairless little dick!”
“That’s not true, Matty!” I said forcefully, starting to get angry at the accusation. “You are the love of my life and you always will be, but you have David now and lots of friends and a whole wonderful life with school and the diving team and everything. When you get your driver’s license in June you’ll be off to discover your own life and that’s the way it should be. Things are changing now and I’ve decided that I need to focus on your mother for once, that she needs it and deserves it. I owe it to her.”
“But what about me?” Matty implored. “I need you, too, Dad. I love David, for sure, but you’re still the most important man in the world to me. You’ve been, like, my compass since before I even knew what love was. You’re my true north.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just started to sob. Matty came back and wrapped his arms around me, which these days reached all the way around. “Mom’s not here right now,” he said softly as I cried on his shoulder. “It’s not taking anything away from her for us to show our love.”
In what even I recognized as a role-reversal, Matty led me by the hand up the stairs to his room. He kept the initiative throughout, making love to me firmly yet gently, taking me face-down the way I like it, with all of his weight on my back and his slow, deep thrusts skirting past my prostate and keeping me right on the edge as he kissed my neck and whispered beautiful words of love into my ear. When I came it was like a universe of stars exploding inside me in a giant supernova, and Matty, my wonderful Matty, kept it going and kept me going for a long time until he groaned a final “I love you, Adam!” and blasted me full of his sweet, fresh juice the way only a young man can.
“Adam?” he finally said after a long time in the afterglow.
“No matter where my big new life takes me, I’ll always belong right here in your arms. Please tell me I can always come back.”
“Yes, Matty,” I said, taking his hand which had been resting on my chest and tenderly kissing it. “My love for you is forever, no matter what.”
“Me too,” he said with a contented sigh. “I’m so glad you’re my lover… and my Dad.” It was the first time he called me his lover rather than his boyfriend, another sign my Matty was growing up.
Saturday morning I was out on the patio whistling a little tune as I used a putty knife to scrape the dried grass from the underside of the lawn mower. Susan smiled as she walked past on her way to deadhead her petunias, but then she stopped short and turned to me with an even bigger smile.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” she said. “It’s about time.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You’ve been moping around this place for weeks,” she said. “I guess you and Matty finally kissed and made up.”
I was stunned, but I kept the smile plastered on my face. I assured myself that she didn’t mean it literally, that it was just an old saying. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, turning oh-so-casually back to the mower.
“Please, Adam,” she said. “I was born at night, but not last night. Obviously you two had some sort of lovers’ quarrel that lasted a long time and I was worried about it, but now you’ve made up, and I’m glad.”
I couldn’t speak and I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate. Nurse Susan noticed, of course, and rushed to me and helped me to sit on the concrete patio.
“Adam,” she said in her usual, caring tone. “It’s all right, honey. I’m not angry. Everything is fine.”
I struggled to breathe and looked up to her in bewilderment. She smiled with genuine affection and fondly grasped my hand.
“I’m not an idiot, Adam,” she said calmly, her tone not the slightest bit hostile or hurt or even confused. “Oh, I guess I was an idiot for almost a year there right at the beginning, but when I finally realized what had been going on all that time and I saw how happy both of you were I just couldn’t take that away from the two people I love most in the world, especially since you both obviously love me with all your hearts, too.”
“We do!” I managed to sputter. “We both really do!”
“I know, sweetheart,” she said. “You prove it in so many ways every day. We have a wonderful marriage and I’m very happy.”
I gazed with amazement into her lovely, loving blue eyes.
“After all,” she said, “I wanted a man who would truly love my son, and boy did I find one!”
I must have looked aghast, because she chuckled as she helped me to my feet.
“OK, too soon for jokes I see,” she said. “Come on, Adam. Let’s go inside and get you something to drink. Bourbon would be my suggestion.”
She settled me at the kitchen table and poured a stiff one over ice. She watched as I took a healthy gulp, then poured another splash to replace what I had drunk.
“You’re probably curious,” she said, sitting next to me with a cup of coffee, “how long I’ve known, why I never let on…”
I nodded your basic “Hell yes!” and took another drink.
“I guess I should have known something was up after that whole hair brush incident,” she said, leaning back comfortably as if we were discussing the most mundane thing in the world. “If anybody else’s kid had told such a ridiculous story I wouldn’t have believed it for one second. But it was Matty and he’d always been such a truthful child, avrupa yakası ucuz escort and it was you. I was madly in love and I simply didn’t want to believe that you would do anything so horrible to a little boy.”
“I would never force anyone…”
“Of course not,” she said, putting a hand on my forearm. “If anything Matty loved you and trusted you even more after that, which only makes sense if he was – complicit makes it sound terrible, like a crime. Willing I guess, although that’s not strong enough. Obviously he was way more than willing. The way you two looked at each other was impossible to misinterpret.”
“I know it sounds really lame but you have to know,” I said, making earnest eye contact, “that I never meant to hurt him. We both let it get out of hand, and I’ll feel guilty about it for the rest of my life.”
“Well,” she said, “I know you didn’t force him, or even pressure him if I know you half as well as I think I do, but don’t you dare put any responsibility on him for it ‘getting out of hand.’ You were the grownup. It was your job to be the responsible one.”
I had to look away. “I know,” I said. “It’s easy to say now, but if Matty had been seriously hurt I would have taken him to the ER myself, and I would have confessed and gone to prison if necessary.”
“The fact that he wasn’t hurt worse is one reason I believed the story for a minute,” she said. “Rape is very traumatic. I’ve never seen a child who was anally raped but I’ve seen adults and there’s always a lot more damage than Matty suffered. Looking back I realized that you must have been very careful, and he must not have resisted. Still, that silly hairbrush story kept nagging at me, for months and months.”
“Not to put responsibility on him,” I said cautiously, “but Matty came up with that on his own. I had no choice but to go with it.”
“It’s actually a good thing you did,” she said as plainly as declaring that it was Saturday. “And it’s a good thing I had months of perspective on it before I figured it out, because if I knew what really happened that day I would have cut your heart out with a kitchen knife.”
The look in her eyes left me no doubt that she was stating the truth. She let that sink in for a minute and I found myself squirming in my seat and taking another nervous sip of bourbon.
“Even before that,” she abruptly continued, “I always felt something a little bit off. Remember I told you very early on that you two were nuts about each other? That was before you even knew it yourself. I think I picked up on that first spark of romance between you, only it was so foreign of a concept that it didn’t gel in my head. Also, I was dealing with that first spark of romance between you and me, which probably clouded my judgment.
“It took me months to put it all together, but there was one specific moment that started the wheels turning. It was a Sunday I think and I was in the laundry room doing Matty’s clothes. The washer suddenly got quiet between cycles and I heard you and Matty talking very softly in the next room.
“Remember that big framed poster from the Newport Jazz Festival that used to hang just inside the family room? When I looked up I saw the two of you reflected in the glass on that poster, as clear as a mirror. He stood on tiptoe and whispered something to you, and then you pulled him in and gave him a huge kiss on the lips.
“Well that wasn’t strange because we both always kissed him on the lips, but then Matty wrapped his arms around your neck and started kissing back, and it lasted a whole lot longer than I’ve ever seen a boy kiss a man. You both looked so, I don’t know, intense. And even then I didn’t completely get it! It was just curious, one more thing that didn’t quite add up.
“Then the next day at work it just struck me, completely out of the blue. You guys never related to each other like a parent and child. You related like a couple! Dozens of interactions I’d observed over the months came rushing back to me, and suddenly it all made sense.
“Of course the hair brush thing was really you making love to him the first time. Of course he lied for you. He was in love with you! He wanted you to do that, the same way I wanted you to make love to me. There was no denying that Matty was happier than I’d ever seen him, and that he loved you from somewhere deep in his soul, just like I was happier than I’d ever been, and loved you from deep in my soul.
“The gay thing never bothered me. I love Matty straight or gay, it doesn’t matter, as long as he’s happy. And by the way, aren’t he and David just the cutest couple? Especially when they were eleven and their little hearts went pitter-pat every time they saw each other. Just adorable. Kind of a drag that our grandchildren will have to be adopted, but what are you gonna do?
“The pedophile thing though, that was a little tougher to wrap my head around. I always thought pedophiles were creeps who hang out around schoolyards perving on the kids. But you’re so normal. How does that make sense? You obviously love my Matty to the moon and back, and I honestly believe that you love me that way, too. I’ve felt it so incredibly strongly practically from our first date. I know people can be more than one thing, like bisexuals and so forth, and I guess there’s all kinds of combinations in the universe.
“And no, I don’t think you ‘turned my son gay.’ I don’t think it works like that. I know that no woman could turn me into a lesbian. I’m straight, and that’s just how it is. If Matty responded to you it had to be because he’s wired that way. I hoped for a while that he might discover girls at some point – not so he would move on from you, like I hoped you were just a phase or something, just that maybe he had more than one flavor of sexuality in him like you do.
“But that ship’s pretty much sailed by now, hasn’t it? I mean, he’s fifteen and a hunky diver on the swim team and he ought to have every cute girl in school after him. I’ve never once heard him even mention liking a girl, much less take one on a date. And of course he’s still gaga over David.”
I sat there for several seconds before I realized that she was actually finished speaking. She had been saving that up for more than four years and now it had simply spilled out of her. Which reminded me…
“So why didn’t you say anything? Why let us keep sneaking around and feeling guilty about it?”
Susan thought for a moment. “I guess I just thought it would be easier for you guys if you didn’t have to worry about my reaction. I don’t know, maybe I thought it would be weird for me, too, or change things between me and Matty. I guess I figured if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.”
“Then why fess up now?”
“Because you and Matty were on the outs and I hated it,” she said. “As far as I can tell it’s your first fight in all these years, and it upset my apple cart a little. And then today you were happy again and that made me happy and before I knew it I was spilling my guts.”
I smiled at my amazing wife. “So, now that it’s all out in the open, does it change anything?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t want it to be, you know, too out in the open. I don’t want dinner conversation like, ‘So, Matty, do you want to be the top or the bottom tonight?’”
“Do we even tell him that you know?” I asked.
“You should make that call,” she said. “You know this side of him a lot better than I do. My only two cents is that I don’t think any boy wants to talk about his sex life with his mother.”
“I was always the one who was wracked with guilt over all this,” I said. “Matty has seemed mostly OK with keeping it private.”
“OK, then,” she said. “We’ll go on like before. You two are master secret-keepers and I’m an oblivious moron.”
I opened my mouth to insist she was no such thing but she was grinning from ear to ear.
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