My feet wouldn’t move. My lips pressed to a line; jaw clenched. I stood, motionless, in the shadows. Frozen. He gripped your hips, lifted. And
Middle of night, absolute silence. Here I feel the absence, the chill in the bed beside me, seek to chase it away. Fingers graze and
It’s something in the sounds that breaks my control. The break of breath, that little whine that’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Somewhere