If I thought I was a mess and obsessed before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. The sensation of her body melting beneath mine, surrendering to my will, has been etched into my very being. The way my boots dug into the sand while she was pinned below me haunts me with each step I take, and every brush of my shirt against my skin sends electric shocks as if it's her hands on my flesh instead. She’s ruined me.
