We were under the covers, bare bodies lying next to each other. He was holding me in and I was thinking too much. It was just like it had always been. Repeating the same movements, having the same feelings. And then he said, “I want to, but I know we can’t.” And it hit me like ice. I felt cold. I stopped moving, stopped responding to his touch, and ( Read more... )

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