It’s not the dark this time, and it’s not the storm—it’s all her. She’s twisting me up inside, smelling like lemons and grapefruit, feeling warm and supple in my hands, and making these little squeaky sounds that shoot straight to my groin. And I know I should pull away because her lips are far too fucking close to mine, but it feels like she’s breathing life into me, and I don’t know how to pull away from something like that.
