... with Sam Puckett.
That was when I cried out. She didn't seem to mind, because she was moving right along with me. For what seemed like ages, the only thing that could come out of my mouth was her name. There was so much more I wanted and felt like I had to say, but whenever I tried, the same three letters wound up popping out instead.
"Freddie," she said. Her voice shot up a good octave. She whispered my name into my ear, digging her nails into my back as I gave one last push.
I rolled over to my side. The only sound inside the bedroom was our breathing, and it filled up whatever void we'd felt before. It took me a minute before I realized that void was gone. Because, quite honestly, that void was the unknown. That void was everything we'd left unsaid. Now that the words had been spoken, we couldn't go back to whatever we had before.
It took me a minute for the words to register in my head. And, once they rang true and seemed to actually make sense, I said them before I realized that they were coming out of my mouth.
"You actually had sex with me."
I didn't know what I expected Sam's reaction to be. Frustration, maybe, and anger, probably.
She let out a small laugh. "Yeah. Funny ho...