New Year Resolution
We just... stood there after, breaths still ragged and shaky, the room closing in tighter, hotter from everything we'd unleashed. Victor pulled back slow, his hands staying on my hips just a second more, like he couldn't let go yet. And god, I felt so empty without him buried inside me, my thighs all slick and sticky, that warm drip reminding me with every tiny shift. What a wreck I was, dress all wrinkled and damp from that melting ice, hair a tangled mess, lipstick probably smeared across my face like some guilty secret. He looked just as ruined, his tux all rumpled, hair wild where I'd gripped it without even thinking. But he pulled himself together first, tucking in his shirt, zipping up, smoothing those lapels like we hadn't just... yeah.
"Here," he murmured, tu
