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There was only Chris and I.
Except this time, he continued across my sides and slightly around to my back, which was arched with my cuffed hands and the pillow under me. The tremors traveling across my skin echoed in my inhale and exhale.
For a moment, he did nothing-said nothing-but stare at me. Slowly, he pulled the sheet away, revealing my heaving breasts.
Thought she was doing the same with me despite what her friends were doing. Then one day, I swung by our shared apartment over the studio before I headed to my second job.
Flicked at the ring and ball protruding from the top.
I understand, and I'm with you all the way. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your story with me.
His fingers there flexed around my wrists.
The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman. But there was no sign of Chris.