“Why’d you move me?” she asks. I laugh softly, arching an eyebrow at her. “Why? Wasn’t this position to your liking?” She laughs, too, ducking to hide behind her hair. “No. It was perfectly satisfactory,” she says. I jerk back, feigning surprise. “Satisfactory?” She squeals when I bury my face into the crook of her neck and I bite her, reminding her that I still have teeth. Her question’s forgotten, which is a relief. I promised back in the gazebo that I’d always give her my truths. I just don’t know how to tell her this, though. That I wanted to face her when I was inside her. That I wanted
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