Knot My Sin: Chapter 11

There’s a spot on the sunken couch I’m realizing that Wren really likes, that is by the window. The last week has been the five of us figuring out our way, reminding her she’s safe, and that we won’t physically hurt her.

In other ways, we scare her without meaning to. Shaw is naturally loud, and there are times she’ll jump at the slightest noise. Flynn told us not to change the way we are, she needs to learn we aren’t going to hurt her.

Fuck, I want to kill the person who hurt her. The way she nonchalantly said Trey punished her for any reason made me see red. I ache to hug her, drop my head in her lap to snuggle her, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. I’m jealous of how easy Flynn and her relationship is going, and I’ve never hated being an alpha before.

Shaw, Everest, and I are big fuckers. It’s easy to forget until Wren shies away from us or ducks around us to get some space. I’m still sleeping on her floor, and occasionally Everest will come join me. The nightmares still wake her up screaming, and sometimes, Flynn will crawl into bed with her if it’s a particularly bad one.

God, I wish I could reach inside her mind and give her good dreams so she could just get some sleep. In the mornings, she apologizes, but I refuse to hear it. We all don’t want her apologies, we want her to find her way to a better life than what she had. I want to give that to her.

It’s just clear to me as well that Wren is going to need to fight to get through her personal demons as well.

“Hey honey,” I murmur, padding slowly down into the living space.

The quick inhale she takes as she stiffens is noticeable, but not as bad as other times where we’ve startled her.

“Hey, Ambrose,” Wren says, pulling her eyes from the backyard.

“What are you watching out there?” I ask, easing myself onto the couch next to her. My shoulder length hair is tied back, and I’m dressed for work.

Corbin has a job for us, so Everest, Shaw, and I are going to be gone for a bit. I’m glad Wren will be here, because Flynn is nearing his heat. He washed all of the sheets, ordered new ones because they weren’t soft enough, and changed the curtains around the nest’s bed. The guys and I are a bit worried about leaving him right now, but we should be back before he starts the spike. He insists it’s not time yet as well.

“I was watching the birds ride the gusts of wind,” Wren murmurs. “They look so free and happy.”

“Why do you like to watch them?” I ask. She still doesn’t talk much to us, so when she does I can’t help myself from asking her questions to be able to hear her sweet, dulcet tones.

“I wish I could feel like that,” she says with a sigh. My heart cramps at the admission, and I find myself rubbing my chest.

“Can I hold you?” I ask. I can’t haul her into my lap whenever I want. I need express consent until she’s more comfortable around us.

Wren needs time. I just have to continue to remind myself of this.

Nodding, she crawls into my lap, letting me wrap my arms around her. Purring as my lips brush her forehead, we both relax against each other. Biology pulls us together, even if she doesn’t completely understand it since Shaw is pack. She’s ours, and I’m itching for the day we can claim her.

It’s just too soon still.

“You’re all dressed,” she notices. “Where are you going?”

The three of us haven’t really left together all week. Shaw has done a couple of jobs, as has Everest, but I’ve been home for the most part.

“I have to go to work with the guys,” I explain. “We’re going to be gone awhile, and Flynn is nesting, so I’m a little worried.”

“You’re still going, though?”

I can tell what she’s thinking: “Of course you are”.

“It’s not that simple, but Flynn also told me he’s a few days out. The roads are clear, it’s not going to rain again, and our boss knows we’re on a time crunch. We’ll be home for his heat, Wren,” I rumble.

“Okay,” she says softly. “I noticed he’s felt twitchy, but I’ve never nested before so I didn’t understand what it was.”

Being taken at such a young age, without anyone to explain things to her, has really put her at a disadvantage.

“It’s all good. My number is in Flynn’s phone. If something happens, text me, okay? We’re only going to be an hour out today,” I tell her, smoothing her hair.

Wren’s lips twist in thought, and I get the feeling that this slip of an omega is currently judging me.

“Let me have it, little girl. You look like you’re stewing,” I say with a chuckle.

Sitting up, she lifts her hand before dropping it in annoyance. “Why do you have to go at all? I once heard that there was some kind of understanding employers have when their omegas go into heat,” she huffs.

Blinking, I open and close my mouth in shock. She’s been living in captivity, but she knows that?

Fuck me, this girl is a damn delight.

“They do, but Flynn isn’t in heat yet,” I remind her gently. “Corbin needs us⁠—”

“What exactly do you do for Corbin?” Wren asks.

Blowing out a breath, I stare into her hazel eyes, feeling as if I’m being grilled right now.

“I kill people, half pint,” I tell her with a shrug. “I’m his executioner, his muscle, and I keep people in line. Corbin has enemies that are trying to take his empire from him. I won’t allow this to happen, so I interrogate them. Everest on the other hand, collects large bad debts, Shaw takes meetings with Corbin because he’s a human lie detector, and then all three of us go together when shit is going to blow.”

“Is it dangerous?” she asks softly.

“Not for us,” I grunt with a smirk. “We’ve been working for Corbin since we were barely adults. We’re good, Wren, and you’re safe here, alright?”

Wren nods, and I wait for her to ask me if the people we kill deserve it or not.

“Be careful,” she says instead. “I mean, Flynn obviously needs you.”

Snorting, my fingers itch to tickle her just to see if she’ll squeal for me.

“Yes, our omega needs our big, fat knots, doesn’t he, honey?” I growl, enjoying the hitch in her breath that comes from arousal. The perfume that smells like lemon and blueberry dessert makes my eyelashes flutter as my eyes roll back.

Goddamn, I’m playing with fire, and I am definitely willing to burn up for my efforts. Wren is exquisite, I just wish she could trust her instincts more.

“Yes, he does,” Wren says brazenly, meeting my eyes. “Don’t… fuck it up.”

Her words make me roll my lips inward to hide my smile. Yes, please give it to me good, honey. My little omega is stunning with all of that long, dark brown hair as she stands and stalks out of the room.

Once she’s gone, I groan, dropping my head back on the couch. Shaw walks into the room, his heavy boots echoing. Breathing deeply, he watches me with a smirk as I adjust my cock in my pants.

“Smells like frustration,” Shaw teases me. “Let’s go kill some people. It’ll make you feel better. Corbin texted me that he has a long list of people who have fucked up in unfortunate ways. The boss is cleaning house.”

“Fuck,” I grunt, standing. God, I wish killing people would help my hard-on, but it’ll make it worse. “Corbin and his brother are going to force us into a war if they keep going this way.”

“We may have to fuck shit up and stop it. There’s no way I’m letting their bullshit spill over onto us,” Shaw growls as we leave. “We have people to protect.”

Everest pulls his jacket over his clothing, guns and knives hidden all over his person. A maniacal smile is on his lips as he joins us. Jokes and humor is where he’s most comfortable, which makes him even more dangerous when he walks into a home or office to collect a debt.

“Who are we fucking up, boys? Cause you know I’m in,” he says. “Don’t think I didn’t see the list for today. I want the blowtorch this time.”

I roll my eyes because it’s one of his favorite tools, but I like the blowtorch too. They roast nuts very well.

“I’ll rock, paper, scissors for it,” I tell him with a smirk.

Shaw shakes his head as he grabs the keys.

“We’re headed out, little omegas. Be good for us!” Shaw calls up the stairs.

“Are you going to make me, Daddy?” Flynn yells from the nest on the third floor. I look worriedly at the guys, and Shaw blows out a breath.

Flynn is very close to his heat, even though he’s not warm yet. I’ve checked under the guise of hugging him, but he just says he’s feeling unsettled. Nothing feels right, and his skin feels too tight.

This is the cycle he goes through before hitting a rough heat.

“Fucking brat, baby boy,” Shaw yells back up. “I’ll come up with all kinds of ways to plug your holes when I’m back!”

The house floods with both of our omegas perfume, and our eyes widen.

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” Everest grunts. “God, they’re perfect together.”

“They’re also trouble.” Shaw chuckles as he opens the door and we hoof it out as he activates the alarm. Our omegas will be safe while we’re gone, and Flynn knows the combination if necessary.

Damn, I should teach it to Wren too. She’s not a prisoner here.

“Aye, the half pint is finding her confidence. She demanded I not fuck up this job and then flounced out,” I tell them.

Everest snorts as Shaw hides his smile, making me roll my eyes as we walk to his SUV.

“Honestly, can you imagine how incredible they’d be during a heat?” I sigh. “God, I’m a shithead for even thinking that, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not,” Shaw says as he unlocks the vehicle and we climb in. Turning it on, he looks over at me as I settle in the passenger seat. “She just needs to get more comfortable with us. I want to formally court her. Wren deserves the world, and I want to take her out, show her not what she’s missed, but what she has yet to experience.”

“Damn, that was poetic, babe,” I tell him with my brows raised. As his cheeks color, I nod. “I was just thinking that I haven’t taught her the code to the alarm. Little things that she needs to know.”

“We suck at this,” Everest groans. “We were so good at courting Flynn. What would she want to do?”

“She likes to be outside,” I tell them, remembering how much she stares at the backyard. “Wren wants to be free, but what that means is up to her.”

“Why don’t we take her up to Lake Superior and have a picnic. We’re supposed to start drying out over the next few weeks. The worst of the rain is over,” Shaw murmurs. “We can spend the day walking together and enjoying the nicer weather.”

Nodding, I decide that may be nice. Wren barely noticed that Shaw went to the nicer stores to buy her clothes, though she did hold the blankets closely with a secret smile. Our girl is an omega with deep, still waters. It’ll take a bit to figure her out, and I for one, am willing to spend the time to learn her.

“I’m in,” I say as Everest agrees. “Let’s get this over with so we can be done. May as well warn Corbin that Flynn’s heat will be starting soon too. We’ll be off the grid for a few days.”

“On it,” Everest grunts, pulling his phone out to text him.

Relaxing now that I know that’s being done, I close my eyes to nap as Shaw drives.

“Wren, this isn’t right,” Flynn whines, his eyes moving over his nest.

I don’t understand what could be wrong when it’s beautiful. Low ceilings, teal and darker blue curtains surrounding the deep mattress on the recessed floor, and lots of fluffy blankets.

Furrowing my brow, I blink slowly as I realize something. “Flynn, where are your pack’s clothes? Don’t you have a sweatshirt you love or something?” I ask.

The guys leave a shirt for me to sleep in on the door knob outside of my room each night. I have clothes, but I feel happier when I sleep in something they’ve worn, and I’m surprised they picked up on it.

“I’m an idiot, I just did laundry,” he mutters, turning to stride out of the nest. “Help me?”

Flynn sounds so forlorn and lost, I’m a little worried Ambrose may have miscalculated his heat.

“Of course,” I say, walking with him. We collect shirts and sweatshirts, pillows from each of the guys beds until the nest is filled with items.

Flynn wrinkles his nose as he crawls into his nest to fix things exactly the way he wants, and I can see he’s hyper fixating. While the guys have been gone for two hours by this point, the omega doesn’t seem to be warm at all. Not the way I felt.

“Honey, I’m going to go get some water. Are you hungry?” I ask him, worried. If he is going into heat soon, I want to get him to eat something.

“What did you say, Darling?” Flynn asks, turning to face me. His brows are furrowed as if he doesn’t understand what I asked.

“Ah, I asked if you were hungry?” I repeat.

“No, you called me ‘honey,’” he murmurs. His lips widen into the most beautiful smile, stunning me. “I really liked it.”

“Umm, I’m glad,” I say, biting my lip. It’s so easy to be around Flynn. I find myself forgetting myself with him, letting him brush my lips with his, and he doesn’t scare me. I’ve started to slowly feel better around the alphas, but I’m not as comfortable as I am with Flynn.

“I think I just want something sweet,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “Gummy worms sound so good.”

Alright then. That’s definitely not happening. Maybe gummy worms with a side of a strawberry protein shake. Shaw made me one, and it actually tasted really good.

“I can probably make that happen,” I say, giggling. Ambrose has gummy worms in the pantry, and he told me it was for moments like this.

I’m breaking into the emergency gummy worm stash. Omegas gone wild, here we come.

As I turn away with a smile on my face, Flynn calls me back.

“It’s nice to see you smiling, Darling. Will you come snuggle with me when you get back? I think my nest is almost ready,” he grunts. “I just need one of my favorite people.”

“Who is that?” I ask good-naturedly. If it’s one of the alphas, I don’t think I’ll be able to make that happen.

“You, Darling,” he says with a grin. “You’re mine, remember?”

Flynn starts to hum a song under his breath as he flops onto his back, while I stare at him in shock as he absently rubs his stomach. I feel so comfortable with him, this makes sense to me. If he’s mine, and I’m his, it means I need to accept the fact that the alphas are mine too.

Gulping in some air, I walk out of the room. I don’t feel upset by this, simply overwhelmed. Shaw is mine, even if he is imposing. He sends me secret smiles, and soft grins to Flynn. His outside doesn’t seem to match his inside to me. The three of them are killers, while I don’t think I’ve ever killed even a mosquito.

Walking down two flights of stairs to the kitchen, I quickly make both of us shakes with a small bowl filled with gummy worms. Putting it all on a tray to help my balance, I go back up to the attic to join Flynn.

“I brought strawberry shakes and gummy worms,” I tell him with a smile.

Flynn looks paler somehow as he sits up, and he drinks his shake without fighting me, though he tugs me into the nest. As I lay back with him as we drink our shakes, I notice his skin is starting to heat up.

“Honey, you feel warm,” I say carefully as his nose runs up my throat.

“You smell so good, Darling,” he groans. Flynn’s voice is deeper than normal, making me shiver. “Fuck, yeah, baby. I love when our scents mix together.”

Swallowing back a whimper, I squeeze my thighs together as I start to slick. Inhaling deeply, I can smell Flynn’s arousal. The naughty omega feeds me a gummy worm with a grin before eating one as well. The shakes are half consumed, but Flynn gets up as if they offend him and walks the glasses into the hallway, then kicks the door closed.

Pulling his shirt off, he throws it to the side before he crawls back into the nest.

“Can I kiss you? I feel like I need to, Wren,” he whispers, brushing my lips with his.

Breathing harder, I whimper. “Yes,” I breathe. “Kiss me, honey.”

Groaning, he lunges forward, making me fall back onto the mound of pillows as he attacks my lips. Moaning as his hand finds his way under my shirt, Flynn slowly ghosts across my skin.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs against my lips before he begins to devour me. His hand closing over my breast and squeezing hard takes me by surprise, but my back bows in an effort to give him more of myself. “Would it bother you if I take off more clothes?”

“Mine or yours?” I ask, helping him to pull down his pants. I forgot all the jokes about how he doesn’t wear boxers, and his cock is pressing against my stomach as my shirt rides up my body. Hissing as he moans and rocks his hips slowly, I curl my fingers into his naked skin.

“Both,” he gasps. “Fuck, I fucked up, Darling.”

Flynn drops his lips to my neck as he kisses up it. He’s getting warmer, quickly, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t feel as if it’s encouraging me to go into my heat, but I can feel my slick beginning to leak out of my pussy as it clenches on nothing.

“I need you to ride my face,” Flynn moans. “I’m sorry, I don’t need a knot yet, but⁠—”

“Whatever you need, honey,” I coo. My heat was a shit show of pain. I will never let Flynn go through any of that. This omega deserves only good things.

Wiggling out of my long-sleeved shirt and joggers, then panties, I throw my clothes outside of the nest. Flynn’s large hand runs down my body, squeezing and caressing almost lazily.

“Does this belong to me?” he asks with a satisfied smile as he pauses between my legs, dragging his fingers up my pussy, collecting my slick as he bumps my clit.

“Yes… I don’t know who else it would be for,” I snark. I’m not ready for when he grabs two palmfulls of my ass, turning me as he lifts me onto his face.

A gentle swat on my ass makes me shiver before he pulls me tightly over his open mouth.

“Come on my tongue, Wren. I want your first ever orgasm to be fucking mine,” he growls. I swear, he has major swinging big dick alpha vibes, though he has the dick part down. “Stop thinking about my dick, Darling. I promise you’ll get it soon.”

His lips and tongue work in perfect tandem as he sucks and laps at my pussy and slick. Moaning, I begin to rock my hips as I let instinct take over. I’ve never come before without being commanded to, I’ve never been allowed to just enjoy the ride. Flynn’s hands are clamped on my thighs, but I have enough space to ride his face.

I’m embarrassingly wet, slick sliding down his chin. Flynn’s moans and grunts as he runs his tongue over my clit makes my eyes roll. My hands move up my body to my breasts, needing more stimulation, so I squeeze and roll my nipples, shivering as I get closer to my release.

My pussy feels empty, and I whimper until Flynn pushes three fingers into my channel. “Flynn,” I moan hoarsely. “Yes, please, just like that.”

I’ve never been vocal with someone before, my sexual interactions with Trey were always choreographed by what he wanted and how. I was his fantasy brought to life. A sharp slap on my thighs makes me gasp, bringing me back to the present.

“Stay with me,” Flynn demands, his voice making me shiver as it travels through my body. My pussy clamps down on his fingers as he rocks them inside of me, keeping me in the moment. “Good girl. Come on my tongue, Darling.”

My omega licks and eats me out like I’m his favorite treat, and my thighs start to tremble as my orgasm begins to build. It’s a gentle roar as my walls start to flutter, and Flynn massages a special place inside of me that I didn’t know existed.

“Oh, oh my God,” I wail, my thighs clamping around his head. Flynn grunts, but continues to suck greedily on my clit. “Yes. God, I think I’m close. I’ve never…”

I don’t think my words matter, because I lose sight of the end of my sentence as Flynn twists his fingers inside of me. Mewling, I clamp down around them as my eyesight whitens and I scream, coming hard. Flynn holds me tightly as he continues to finger fuck me through my orgasm, grunting and moaning as his tongue works to lap up every drop of slick.

Sagging as my release begins to ebb, Flynn flips us so that my back hits the mattress with a squeak.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Little One,” he whispers reverently as he moves to cup my face. His lips touch mine, and I lose myself in his kisses. I can taste myself in our kiss, and the taste of lemons and custard meld together perfectly.

Flynn’s brows draw tightly as he moves back, and his body bows forward in pain. “Fuck,” he hisses, biting his lip. “Shit, that hurts.”

“Let me distract you,” I say, bringing his face back to mine. My hands grab his ass tightly, rocking his cock against my wet core. His eyes roll as I marvel at how easily we fit.

“God, this is unraveling fast, but I need to fuck you, Little One. I need to feel your tight pussy spasm around my cock as you come. Fuck, I need,” Flynn grunts.

His lips touch mine again, and I lose myself as he kisses me. Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his cock, enjoying the way his hips thrust forward and his dick twitches. His slick slides down the crown of his shaft, helping my fingers jerk him off.

“Yes, yes,” Flynn mutters. “I’m sorry, God I suck. I need⁠—”

“Honey, tell me. I can’t read your mind,” I whimper. His warm body makes me want to do dirty things to him, things I don’t even know are possible.

“I need to fuck you from behind. I want you to scream your orgasm into the pillows because it feels so damn good, and you want the world to know and I need you to say my name while I do it,” he growls.

“Holy shit, yes. Do it,” I whine. Flynn’s eyes turn calculating as he gets up, pulling his cock away from my hand.

“Ah!” I cry out as he flips me onto my hands and knees, and then he’s covering my body with his.

Flynn’s cock lays heavy against my ass as he kisses my back.

“Can I fuck you, Wren? May I push my fat, slick cock into your tight pussy, Darling? God, I sure as fuck hope you say yes.” The last part is almost whispered in prayer, making me giggle.

This is like no other time that I’ve had sex. This is fun, intense, and most importantly, consensual.

I want this.

“Yes. Flynn, baby, please,” I beg.

My omega tugs roughly at his cock before guiding it to my entrance.

“Thank you,” he whispers almost in prayer before thrusting himself deep inside my pussy.

Colors explode across my vision as I gasp. My body molds to his, pulling him deeper as he fucks me into the pillows. All I can do is twist my fingers into the blankets as I moan. The slapping of flesh keeps me in the room, as does Flynn’s whispered words as he kisses my shoulder, back and cheek.

My body almost vibrates as he starts to build to my release. His shaft awakens nerve endings I didn’t realize I even had, and even better while he’s large and stretching my walls, it doesn’t hurt. Not once.

“Flynn,” I mewl. “Honey, fuck, please.”

I can’t even put together sentences as his warmth cocoons my body, and he slips his hand between us to rub, flick, and tease my bundle of nerve endings.

“You’re so sexy as you unravel,” Flynn moans. “God, I’m going to lose it soon. I don’t want to hurt you. Little One, don’t let me⁠—”

“You couldn’t if you tried,” I promise. “Give it all to me.”

Pulling out of me, he flips me again, throwing my leg over his shoulder before he pushes his cock inside of my tight pussy again. Flynn loses himself to our pleasure, fucking me hard, but never once do I go to the place I go to escape. Instead, I grab his hair, and pull him into a kiss.

It feels like a lifetime and only moments before I drop my head back and wordlessly scream as I come, and Flynn roars out his release.

“Shit,” Ambrose runs into the room, eyes wide as Shaw and Everest thunder in behind him. “Dammit, I’m sorry. Everyone okay?”

“So okay,” Flynn grins dopily before the first cramp hits. Whimpering, he tucks his face against my neck and shoulder as I hold him. Flynn thrusts inside of me again, and I gasp as I find he’s still rock hard. He bites my shoulder hard as if to ease the pressure, making me cry out, and the alphas frown as they begin to tear off their clothing.

“Flynn, don’t hurt Wren,” Ambrose coos, crawling into the nest with us. “Ease up there, sweet boy.”

Keening, Flynn releases me, tears in his eyes.

“Knot, Alpha,” he cries out.

“Are you okay, Wren?” Ambrose asks me. “Do you need to move, or go?”

“Mine,” Flynn sobs, holding me tighter. Shit, looks like I’m not leaving the nest. “Please don’t leave me. It’s not fair, but I⁠—”

“Whatever you need, honey,” I promise him, my hand smoothing back his sweaty hair. Glancing at the alphas, I bite my lip. “I’m here for him. I…”

“No touching that isn’t accidental,” Shaw murmurs, crawling naked into the nest. There’s a ladder of piercings down his cock, making my lips part in surprise. “Who do you want to knot you, Flynn?”

“Ambrose,” Flynn pants. “Please, Alphas. I want to fuck my omega while you knot my ass and throat.”

Shaw moves to his head as Ambrose crawls to fuck Flynn’s ass, and Everest walks back into the room. I didn’t realize he had even left, but there’s protein bars, water bottles, and a huge bag of gummy worms piled high in his arms.

“Hey there, Lemon Drop. It looks like you’re along for the ride,” he teases me as he sets things up. “You good with that?”

“Yeah,” I squeak as my vision of him is obstructed by my scent match stroking his thick, pierced cock.

Shaw smirks as he wraps his other hand around Flynn’s throat, pushing his head back to swipe his thick head across his lips. There’s pre-cum our omega happily licks off, and he moans for more.

My scent match glances down at me, rolling his lips. My pussy pulses around Flynn’s cock, making him grunt, and Shaw watches as I lay entranced by his crown disappearing between Flynn’s lips.

“Anytime you feel like you may want a taste, the ball is in your court, Sweetness,” Shaw murmurs as his head drops back in pleasure.

Ambrose slaps Flynn’s ass with his palm, and the omega wraps his arm around my waist as he gets onto his knees. Seeing that he’s attempting to present to his alpha, I gasp as I wrap my legs around him to keep us connected.

“Such good omegas,” Ambrose murmurs. “Everest, come see how pretty her pussy looks, full of Flynn’s cock.”

The alpha in question moves with slow, predatory energy across the mattress, but instead of making me scared, I whimper in need. Everest merely chuckles before staring down at where Flynn and I are connected. Flynn swallows down Shaw’s cock as all of this happens, and I’m just the bystander as I lay in the awkward position of my shoulders being the only thing on the mattress.

“Fucking gorgeous. Fill our needy omega’s hole with your cock so I can watch. He needs your knot, Amb,” Everest growls.

As Flynn moans and whimpers with need as his tight hole is stretched with Ambrose’s cock, I soothe him.

“You’re such a good boy, taking your alpha’s cock. It has to feel amazing, knowing you’re about to be filled with his knot,” I coo.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Ambrose growls as he rocks his hips to push his cock further into Flynn’s ass. His slick is everywhere, so I imagine it was easy to slip into his tight hole. “Keep talking our omega through being fucked. I think I could get used to hearing that forever.”

I can’t say anything, because Ambrose’s thrusts take Flynn for the ride, and he’s fucking both of us as he takes our omega’s ass.

The alphas are right about one thing. Flynn is mine, and I’m never letting him go. Where that leaves the rest of us, I’ll have to see when the haze of sex and orgasms pass.