By morning, we were nearly paralysed. He lay between my legs, resting his head on my stomach. His hair was damp and fine like a child’s. It felt like silken threads as I twisted it lightly around my fingers. He kissed my navel, letting his tongue brush around the edge. He pulled himself on top of me again and said he needed to go home.
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Edward decided we should wait a few more days before attempting the experiment again. I would need the use of my hands and my wrist had not healed fully. Our carnality would set my recovery back a day or two. The pain was incredible by the afternoon and my craving for the morphine returned.
“If I had known you’d change your mind...that you’d finally come to understand, I never would have started you on the stuff.” He held my hand as I shook. “I’m sorry,
