ANNA
HE WOKE up to me holding his c*ck.
I held him so tight I thought he would protest. But he didn’t. He didn’t make a sound. He was breathing deeply, but I knew he was awake because no one that tense could be asleep. I was laying beside him and when he opened his eyes, it was to see me watching him with my feelings on my face.
I kissed him before he could be fully aware, as tenderly, as carefully as I could. I was so careful. He was dreaming about something bad in the past. He was moaning but his whole body was so rigid, like a rock. He was broken at the moment and needed to remember he wasn’t alone.
This man… that the world thought was perfect… as perfect as a man in this world could be… was as broken as me.
But he was so good, so kind. He was the topic of most of my conversation
