27. High walls. [Part 2]
I run my hands down her legs and hold her thighs, inviting her to wrap around me the way she loves. As soon as she does, I tilt my head back, searching for her eyes. "Tell me, what triggered it?" "The sheets," she whispers shakily. I nod, understanding. I don’t know if it’s the color, the texture, the fabric — but something about those sheets reminds her of that day. "It's okay. Stay here, I'll get rid of them, alright?" "No, don't let me go," she keeps whispering, her voice so vulnerable, like a helpless child, and not for the first time I wish I had that bastard right in front of me and... "Hold on tight," I focus on her, "and close your eyes." Summer tightens her arms around my neck in a nearly painful grip, hiding her face there, refusing to see anything. With one hand still o
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