For long minutes afterwards, all I can hear is the sound of our chaotic breathing as our bodies struggleto come down from the high of that f**k.
She keeps her head lowered, forehead against my abs. But she makes no attempt to get off me. And Idon’t force her to.
I just lie there, my hands still anchored to her hips.
After minutes that feel like a whole f*****g hour, she raises her head.
She meets my gaze and we look at each other without a word.
If she’s waiting for me to break the silence, she’s going to be disappointed.
Not because I don’t want to. But because I have no f*****g clue what to say.
I see her blue eyes dull a little. She breaks our eye contact, and soon after, she lifts herself up off me.
Cold air rushes around me in her absence. It’s worse than any torture I could s
