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It was pure heat, the intensity drawing whimpers and moans from their throats as their tongues tangled and their teeth nipped. It was a wild, unspoken war of all the things they had and hadn’t said.
Intense!
Before he’d left at eighteen, Gabe had still viewed his parents through the lens of a child, interpreting their actions only in relation to himself. He hadn’t yet learned to see them as real people.
As I age, and my parents age along with me, I also realize that they are their own people, even though the roles have reversed and I'm the caretaker now.
