River.
Debbie had just two days left to be in this house with us, and as much as I wanted to act strong and firm, I couldn't deny the sting in my chest that came with the fact that this soul wouldn't be under the same roof as us anymore.
It was an offer too good to be true. We couldn't let her slide with that.
Today, just before she went back to Black, I wanted every inch of her stuck in my memory, even if I knew that it might never be enough.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to put my head between her legs and show her that a man could spend hours down there just for her pleasure.
But as I moved, her hands gripped my hair. She pulled my head back up so I had to look at her.
“No, River,” she whispered, her voice shaky but strong. “Not this time.”
“Debbie? Why? You don't want me to?”
