ANASTASIA
Silence.
There's been f*****g silence since we drove back home.
Home?
Did I just call Denver’s house my home? Since when did that thought begin to earnestly etch in my brain?
I don’t deny that it sounds pleasant to call his house my home, even though I strongly feel it’s temporary, just like the new development that just happened between the two of us.
When we were on our way back home, I thought maybe, just maybe, it’s all a dream and I was still stuck in it, but then I could stare at him while he drove and I could smell him.
Those notes of spices and wood lingered through my nostrils. It was reality.
He had truly f****d me with his fingers and said dirty words that got my traitor p***y so wet and oddly painful.
So it couldn’t have been a dream because Denver has been r
