Unloved

by Katy Regnery

As she leans her head back against the bench, I wish I was the sun so I could shine down on her, so I could examine every peak and valley of her face until I have it memorized and can recall it at any lonesome moment: the sad, beautiful, green-eyed girl from the forest.

So I carry her. Seven miles on my back. All evening and into the night. Rain pelts me from every direction. Wind whips my hair into my face and debris into my eyes. More than once I lose my footing and stumble, my sheer desperation to bring Brynn to safety the only thing that rights our bodies before a dozen disastrous falls.

Sexually, he is both instinctive and insatiable, and I’ve watched his confidence double every day. He knows how to make me come quick and hard with his fingers and mouth; he knows how to hold himself back while he’s deep inside me, forcing us both to wait for the intense pleasure of release. He’s good at sex—no, for someone who just had sex for the first time a week ago, he’s great at it—and I can’t get enough of him.