Alexander
A little while before… a few seconds, perhaps. The door was still closed when I understood something uncomfortable about myself: I had gone there out of hunger, simple, primal, selfish hunger. And I'm not proud to say it, but I'm not lying to myself either.
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My mouth sought her neck as I led her to the edge between the hallway and the living room. She reacted to every touch, every silent command, and I just moved forward.
I wasn't thinking about her; I was thinking about silencing the noise, releasing the tension. About feeling something simple amidst so many complex thoughts.
I spoke close to her ear, with low, raw words, the kind that are born in the moment and not from tenderness. Things I would never say to a woman I intended to honor.
And I knew it as I did it…
