TRISTAN
In the middle of the night, my arm found its way around Zahra’s waist. Her body kept luring me in, the magnetic pull I felt towards her constantly sabotaging me. I was still disappointed in myself for allowing Cypress to take control like that, but I’d be lying if I said the strong scent of my seed inside of her didn’t smell amazing. It helped me sleep better that night than I ever had since my return.
But the feeling only lasted until the last shadow of darkness was illuminated by the first light of day.
Zahra was up before me in the morning. I felt her detangling herself from my embrace to hide away in the bathroom, my sleepy state preventing me from begging her to stay. Little by little, I was forced to wake up. And as soon as I did, painful regret struck my heart.
The sound
