She gently presses a kiss to my mouth, our bodies slick and sticky. “Look at me, Brant,” she says, her voice cracked and worn from her cries of pleasure. “See me.” My eyelids flutter, mimicking my worried heart. I hold her tighter. “Did…did I hurt you?” “No.” Opening my eyes all the way, I search for the truth in her wide-eyed gaze. But all I can focus on is the lone tear trickling down her cheek, collapsing onto the armrest of the couch. A frown claims me, my body tensing with concern, and I lift up.
