The harshness of the kiss takes me by surprise, but what is even more surprising, is that when he lets go of me, he starts walking away without another word. Part of me was terrified he was going to demand more from me, but he didn’t. He didn’t even hint at it.
My lips still parted, eyes parted, overfilling with tears and struggling to breathe, I am left alone in the living room. The makes his way to the stairs and starts walking towards the upper level of the house. He is slow to walk and I can’t tell if it’s just tiredness or an unspoken demand. Or maybe… I notice the slight limp he has and my brows come together. Pervert!
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Minutes pass and the cold water doesn’t numb it. It doesn’t umb the stinging and burning pain that spreads over my back and legs, and the water doesn’t stop run
