Except, that’s a lie, isn’t it? Knowing that this is possible—that this kind of connection and passion could have been mine, if only this or that had gone a different way—will change everything.
He pumps into me with new ferocity and then groans his release. He gives me exactly what I asked for: all of him. We hold each other there, trembling and shuddering, as I feel him fill me. His hips continue to roll, working every last ounce of his release into me.
It’s a gradual comedown from the peak. His hips slow. His body grows heavier on top of mine. The sweet, carnal, beautiful weight of him.
Finally, he pulls out and rolls over so we’re both staring up at the ceiling.
The thoughts come rushing back in as soon as it’s over. Once again, I want to ask what any of this means. What’s going to
