Katarina will be home soon.
I know. I know.
I need to leave. I have to go.
My face was pressed to his neck, arms wound tight around his torso and he . . . he’s smaller than me in build. Always has been. But it’s more noticeable now, like this, with him underneath of me, panting, trembling. Smaller but not fragile—not like a woman. Nothing like a woman. Pulling back, I gazed down at him, taking in his tired expression. He licked his full lips, dark eyes focused on me, and I noticed the tears in his eyes. Rough. I was rough again, inconsiderate probably—he’d said we can’t and then I just . . . I always want more.
More of him.
More.
“Theo,” he breathed, hand slipping over my forearm.
“I know,” I mumbled, agitated.
He’s always so quick to tell
