Nia
I lie in my bed, covered by a light blanket, and watch Reeves study my body religiously, with his mouth, not leaving any area of skin un-kissed, untouched. Having him explore it reverently, I think about how he cleanses my soul, stripping me to my core each time I reveal another piece of me to him.
"I'm scared, " I say cautiously.
Reeves leaves a kiss on my knee and pivots his head. "What of? " he asks softly. He turns to sit cross-legged at my feet. Taking them in his hands, he starts kneading. "Tell me, " he says with dramatic flare.
"I've become dependent on us, on you. "
His face softens.
"I'm scared of what will happen if we just don't. . ."
"Nia, that won't happen. This co-dependence goes both ways. I can't begin my day or go to sleep at night without you, or the t
