KAIA
“Mommy?” Hailey's soft voice drifts through the darkness, soft and sticky with sleep.
“I’m here, baby,” I whisper.
The mattress shifts as Hailey scoots closer, her little body stiff for a moment before she presses into me. “Bad dream?” she murmurs.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and nod. “Yeah. Bad dream.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hand comes up, fingers sliding gently over my hair in slow, steady strokes. The same way I’ve always soothed her when she wakes crying about the boogie under her bed.
It almost breaks me. I feel the sting of tears and have to bite them back.
Because I’m still wet.
Because my c**t is still throbbing like they’re still inside me.
What the hell is wrong with my body?
I thought I was demisexual. I thought I needed something deep, somet
