Too much to see beyond the blurriness of her vision, too many vowels and consonants to choose from, and there was a light bursting behind her eyelids and she decided she’d let him figure out what to say and she couldn’t focus anymore –
“Fuck,” he panted from above her, shoulders gleaming with sweat under the light. Some were more insistent than others, dreams reminding him of dark pasts, scars that never healed burning his skin. Okxxx She could still feel his fingers dancing over her, through her hair and where she needed him most. part two
The demons often beckoned at the door when night finally fell, old ghosts best left in the pantry.
