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“I’m guessing this is an everyday kind of argument?” “It’s not an argument, it’s them being wrong.” “Sorry, so this is an everyday them being wrong?”
“It’s okay. I don’t need you to be gentle. I don’t need you to fuck me like you love me right now. I just need you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
When I read romance novels, the feeling of being in love was often described as something that made you feel light and bubbly, like you could float. For me, waking up like this, I feel the opposite. Not heavy in a bad way, but rather grounded. Secure. My feet firmly planted on ground that will not give way beneath me, but will instead lift me up to new heights.
