I pull my arms free and prop myself up on my elbows. "This is the opposite of pretending nothing ever happened."
He crawls back up my body, eyes lidded, and puts his forehead against mine. "It hurts too much," he whispers. "I need to quit you slow, or it's going to kill me."
Oh this boy will be the death of me.
— Jan 07, 2023 11:08AM
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