I’m drawn down to her metallic gold bra. Shouldn’t be looking at her tits when she’s been crying. I sorta feel like dogshit for doing it, but I’m attracted to this girl, and how do I turn that off right now? Images of me kissing Luna, of running my hands along the bareness of her body, of slipping inside her warm, tight pussy suddenly race through my head. Sex and Luna. Emotions and Luna. Life and Luna. It’s all fucking me up.
