They lay together on the floor for several more minutes, and then Aaron pulled away. He began to stand up, but Emma grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded.
“I’m messy,” Aaron said, looking over his body, enveloped in a shiny film of sauce and oil and cream and girl-cum. “I thought I’d clean up.”
“You’re not going anywhere, big brother,” Emma said. “It’s time for dessert.”
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