Dawn
The image of me is funny. My hair is messy, my lips are swollen, and my neck is littered with hickeys. What happened a few moments ago wasn’t meant to happen, and it made everything more exciting. Vincent pulled me away to talk to him, but how we found ourselves hidden near a wall and f*****g against it in broad daylight, I don’t know. What was meant to be a quicky ended up taking a while, and the horny part of me didn’t want to let go of him. I held onto him and moaned about how much I love and miss him, despite asking him for space.
A knock comes through at the bathroom door, and I stride to the door. My heels click on the floor, alerting the person knocking off my movements.
I peep out the door, and it’s Wendy standing there. Ushering her to come inside, I smile at her, knowi
