Our lips meet in a clash of teeth and tongue. The retiring room falls away, and we fall together, the Goblin King and I. We land on a soft bed of leaves that crackle and rustle with every twitch of our limbs, every sigh of our bodies, and the world around us is dark, secret, safe.
I absolutely cannot reread the steamier scenes ever again. They are so cringe. I sense my mother reading over my shoulder. I'm going to throw a blanket over my head and pretend these don't exist.
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