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Even if what she said was accidental, it was challenging and funny. An intriguing combo in a female,
I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.
My eyes are seeing her. My ears are hearing her. But my soul still can’t open itself up to the possibility of being more than football.
For some bizarre reason, the notion feels like razors in my stomach as it tumbles out of my mouth.
I frown and zip up my hooded sweatshirt over my bare chest, subconsciously suiting up my armour.
The pressure of those words pushes me down with the weight of a thousand pounds. My head feels heavy. My hands feel caked in sludge. My stomach sinks to the floor. But my temper is pushing back against all of it.
His long string of words feels like a knife repeatedly jabbing my heart with every bullet point he ticks off. They sting, even though I know he doesn’t mean for them to.
My eyes flutter closed and, with every stroke of his tongue, I inhale his words of affirmation. I accept them with each burst of oxygen.
Tears slide down my temples and into my hair over the realisation that I’ve never felt this level of devotion before, both for him and from him. It’s more than I’ve ever felt about anything in my entire life.
whispering reverent words against my flesh. Slowly, they begin to chip away and break down the da...
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And when he pushes into me, hard and bare, with zero barriers left between us, the entire act is not mind-blowing. It’s life-ruining.
Then reality crept in with the morning sun. It was as if I turned back into a pumpkin.
I hurt you because I was angry. But you hurt me because you don’t care enough. One is certainly worse than the other.”
My eyes sting with unshed tears. Tears that I refuse to release. Tears that I won’t permit to drop. Tears that have no business coming from me.
My Momma-Bear Ninja is strong.” I smile, but her words don’t bring me comfort. They bring me jealousy. Acute, heavy, surprising jealousy.
“Slam your fist in the door as many times as you’d like, Brother, but it’s not going to hurt anyone but you.”
Using me as a punching bag is called love, darling.”
No more words are needed. No more questions are asked. No more strings are pulled. Simply put, we create the most soul-crushing kiss of all time. We are two hearts connecting on another worldly plane manifesting in this physical act right here. All the anger and frustration between our communication issues comes to a head with the pure, undiluted honesty of lips, tongues, hands, and bodies.
