Debbie
As I stayed there, an idea came into my head. He was still burning. Still hard. You could swear he never got a release.
The bathroom.
“River, I will be pulling out,” I whispered into his ear. “Give me a few minutes. I will be back. I promise.”
He rolled to the side, pulling out of me in a wet slide. Then he stood up, moved to the bathroom, turned the taps on, and the tub began to fill with cold water.
I went back inside. I led him in by the hand, feeling the way his palm scorched mine. He wasn't just hot; he was vibrating. Every muscle in his arm was twitching under my touch.
"Come on, River," I whispered. "Let’s go to the bathroom.”
He followed me like a man walking through a dream.
“Into the water. You need to cool down before you burn up,” I said, pointing at the almost f
