Wednesday, July 21

The warm breath on the back of my neck reminded me why I liked this so much. His hands spread out on my stomach, gripping me tight against him. He didn't say "I love you," but he didn't have to--it was there in the soft gasp as he came, the slow relaxation of his body, the bruise on my shoulder from his teeth.

I didn't have any nightmares.


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