Luka stared at me from between my legs. He’d nudged them open while blindfolded, and I reluctantly allowed them to fall for him.
This little trust exercise terrified me, but him starting by allowing me to dive into each of his scars gave me the confidence to allow him to do the same.
I could feel his nerves as my hands roamed his bare torso, grazing each and every scar with a featherlight touch, and now that we were both raw, the worst moments of our lives confessed to one another, I feel lighter. Freer than I have in weeks. Months. Years even.
We were one in the same when it came to letting go and handing the power to someone else. It was f*****g terrifying. Damn near impossible after years and years of broken trust, but he’d willingly handed me the reins, allowing me a glimpse into
