When Luka slips his hand between my legs to swirl a thumb over my center, I come fast and hard,unable to hold myself back any longer.
He collapses next to me, breathing heavily, but only a few minutes later, he unzips my dress, rolls meover, and takes me from behind.
n the morning, my body is sore in the best way possible.
We slept more than the night before. Both of us were exhausted from days of little sleep andstress. But whenever Luka woke up in the night, he would reach for me and pull me close to him,making sure I was there. And several times, that led to us finding comfort in one another’s bodies,clinging to each other until we found release from the fear that has become a near-constant in ourlives over the last week.
After I
