It’s been well established the type of person I am, and nothing will truly change that. But in these small instances with him, when my head is all but delirious and my pussy is damn near aching, nothing else seems to matter. Not his status, my shyness, our surroundings, or our end. It’s like being in the eye of a tornado. While all those things swirl around, threatening to consume me, I’m safe in the middle with Eli.
