I got up and made my way towards him, each step feeling heavier than the last. The weight of all my secrets felt like chains pulling me down, but I knew I couldn’t keep them hidden any longer.
I’m hoping he doesn’t get as upset as he usually does and hurl me off the edge—literally or figuratively. Goddess, how many times have I wished I could go back to a time before everything became so complicated? When it was just me, the sun, and the freedom of a run under the moonlit sky.
Please, Goddess, don’t destroy the little hope I have for a happier life.
I try to muster the courage to speak with him. But Goddess, am I craving his touch right now? Specifically, his tongue.
Nicky purrs, stirred awake by his scent alone. I feel her eagerness bubbling up, but I try to shove it down. This isn’t
