Bring Me Back

by Kristen Granata

He nods and then swipes the excess sauce from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. Instead of wiping it on a napkin, he licks it off his finger. And I feel that one gentle lick all the way between my legs. This shouldn’t be the single most erotic moment in my life, yet here I am, panting like a dog in heat.

He pulls me closer and flattens my hand against his chest to feel the thundering rhythm under my palm. “Does yours race this way when we’re together too?” I place his hand on my chest so he can feel it for himself. “Every time.”

my heart is open and full of love, even when it’s bruised and broken.

Same 🖤