Chapter 215
Sorry Spees. “His voice slides my eyes away from the window to look at him Memories of old bones and lidood fade ||
He frown. “Thave been through a lot, and I’m putting you thro
ww selfish, it feels better not being by myself on the drive home” His hand reaches out, tightening the knot up in
Hshandan stit, my skin explodes in the valden sensation
I can feel your heartbeat. What’s going on in that head of yours?”“||
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Whinking about the evil quem?”
Drilling my top malam into the bonomi, I give him a ned, yes
Tou know she can’t get you right?” ||
Foff the bridge of my rose, and I don’t put them back on, not
A shiver shadsles between spinal bones. This is enough, I think.
I don’t ned my head yes. I keep still and silent, but the throb of my heart is in my ears because of the wrist grip. Desire devours in the feel of his skin mane
“One day you’re going to need to tell me wha
Ime what happened. Not today. One day”
There is
ans, not a yes. Nothing. What could ho do with the secrets I would tell him? Nothing
is mothing to say back to him. Not a no, not a yes. N
The side of his church draws dedes around my wrist bone over and again riding me of the way he first got me away from the window on a Sunday wanting for Berto come back to me. He gripped me wet, thanh drawing drdes, and his steady voice give me the story of the evil que Teaked for an hour, 1 listened. The Wildwithin numed her head and observed the male beside her. She angled her war to mouth, not listening, more ring the infliction of his voice, the rise and fall of sound that brushed her for down and calmed the st of her curled downtal She related around him, and in did in that hour of storytelling After that, we paid more attection in Cassius. We followed him and settled around his space. The atomen kept coming and before long, I thought of his space a myspace. This would be caugh 1 thought. For now, that was enough being in his space, but something began in happen between cry thighs, something that feh tingly and live full of unrelieved prvime ||
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in of the
i gets ahead of me. You make me scared, sometimes. He releases my wet with a broken breath o picks up my glasses, and hands them back to me. I can hear the hard grip Steering wheel
I want to ask him how could I make him scared? It’s never on
once made ne scared, not on
once Ner
The light on the clock says ir 12:45 am feels earlier than that, more a ten o’clock fril than after mudright. []
Thouldn’t put you through that“||
A stretch of self inflicted since as he seems to be chewing on unsaid words.
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Tshouldry waste my time with him, I should be spending in with them” He takes a big breathin, ting his lungs as his words fill the space inside the truck
“He was right about a lot of things. Sper Ast of things he was right shou next lane.
He’s not looking at me, focused on the road ahead of him. He puts his turn signal on, and we move to the
Thave to come back here once more, and after that, Emdage. Em fucking done with all this Anger and sorrow wr
weave and spread across his face. ||
Everything is dark when we enter the house, and can get to the picture of y. Heres at her unchanging face while i stare at him, and everything else in forgotten
Gue in that has him tied to the past to keep the prize distant.
He’s not at ease within the world []
I need to change, Spers. I’m good this. Not to anyone. I get this reflection have the glass of the picture
He’s half undressed by the time linke
trumpled pole by the bed. Sometimes I flairāk
croons pants are being tugged down thighs socks are offerto close the door. The layers of shirts are nothing but a back over the top of the cover, his eyes facing the coding. I’m not ready to go to bed, not yet, Hot with the low light resting along his hip bones How would it feel to climb up on his bed d be Wildmove within ham. The dack creates this delusion that has a possessive feel and lingers long after he’s crawled to bed, laying on his Like to feel the soft bulge in his boxers harden How would feet to cut into his side and nudge my nose the hollow of his neck, inhaling until felleep?
