At night, when fear controls me, I can hold on to what he offers with both hands, but my walls rise with the sun. It’s been weeks of this. I go to bed alone and wake with Jeremy pressed against me. Weeks. Half the time I wake up rock hard and grinding on his ass, ready to come. Sometimes he’s pushing back into me, moaning. Every morning it's hard to push him away and act like it doesn’t bother me. Like he means nothing to me. Because he does.
