For the first time in a fortnight, I felt something other than hot rage or self-loathing. With the exception of those brief, illusory moments between sleep and wakefulness when I felt her sweet mouth on mine and her hot sheath as I sank into her, I’d known nothing but pure ire. Every morning, I wished I could return to those soft dreams where she wanted me, where I didn’t see the tears pouring from her eyes while I fucked her.
