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I woke up after noon. I still felt exhausted after an entire night of being pleasured by Drew. Drowsily, I looked over to watch his sleeping face, smiling dreamily at how peaceful he was. My eyes dropped down to the cut on his lip, and I swallowed. I had tried to protect him by stopping his assault. If he had begun beating Andras up, he would've been the one locked up by the police last night. Thankfully that hadn't happened, but now he was hurt. Was there something I could've done to change the outcome? Should I have told Drew about Andras beforehand?
No, I decided. All things considered, this was a pretty good resolution. Drew had looked downright murderous last night. Who knew what he would've done if I'd told him about Andras? I knew he'd planned his revenge, perhaps he would've taken drastic action. Instead, Andras was the one in police custody. Drew was left unsatisfied, but that was okay. As long as he was safe.
I sighed and ran my thumb across his lip, and he winced and cracked an eye open. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Still hurt?"
"It's nothing," he grumbled back. "Coulda been a lot worse."
"Drew, promise me something." He groaned and rolled to stare at the ceiling. "Don't act violently toward that man again."
"It sounds like you're protecting him," he uttered, annoyed.
"I'm protecting *you*."
"I know. I'm just saying what it sounds like. Y'know, even my friends know about my plans for him."
"Are you saying you'll have them act in your stead?" I asked with a smirk.
"Ha! C'mon, mom. You know Stef and Brie wouldn't do something like that."
I nodded. "Drew. Promise me."
He stared at me for a long time, brushing my hair out of my face and stroking my cheek. Finally he sighed, meeting my eyes. "I promise."
I smiled. "My brave white knight," I whispered.
He snorted. "White knight is a bad thing now, mom."
"What? Why?"
"Because now it just means a man who kisses women's asses just to get laid. They're usually just desperate virgins."
"Oh." I teasingly walked my fingers up his chest, and his eyes turned hooded. "But I didn't mean it like that. And besides, have you ever been with a girl before?"
"Oh mom, you're making it worse!" he laughed, before turning bashful. "I, um... No, I haven't."
"That's right, because you're all mine," I cooed, biting my lip. "You're mommy's good boy."
He swallowed, breath quickening, and I kissed him fervently. My, I'd gotten so bold. I really hoped I wasn't taking advantage of him. *Of course not, Coco, he's the one who'd made the first move.* Oh right. In that case, I was going to enjoy myself to the fullest.
We broke apart, and he massaged his jaw a bit. "Damn. Probably can't service you through the night anymore. My jaw is killing me," he laughed. I giggled and gave him another quick peck on the lips. "You meeting that friend of yours again today?"
"Yeah, as usual." I pondered for a moment, then spoke up. "Did you... want to meet her?" I finally felt more comfortable with Drew speaking with other girls. Jesus, that made me sound like such a jealous woman. But he was my boy, and now I was confident I wasn't going to lose him to a young beauty like Sasha. It would actually be interesting for Drew to meet the girl that had lent such a big hand in the growth of our relationship. But all those thoughts were for naught as Drew lightly shook his head.
"Nah. Don't wanna mess up your girl talk by being there. 'Sides, the twins need some help with the mess they're in right now." He sighed knowingly and kissed my forehead before rolling out of bed.
"Actually, speaking of which," I piped up, and his eyebrow quirked. "Mrs. Thomas called. On Friday...? I think I managed to calm her down about it, and she might be willing to talk things out with those two."
"Hm. That's good news, I'll pass the message along. Parley?" he added with a smirk, and I laughed.
"Less drastic than an armistice."
"Wait, hold on a sec." Drew turned to me, a sly expression on his face. "You managed to talk Mrs. Thomas into maybe accepting their relationship." I gulped, knowing the question that was coming. "That wouldn't have anything to do with you and me, would it?"
"What do you mean?" I stammered. My God, I was the worst liar in the world.
"I mean, would you have handled it differently, say a month ago?"