Archard’s words haunt me all night.
Someone I love is going to be hurt, and there is nothing I can do to prevent it.
It scares the crap out of me.
And I don’t sleep one second all night.
Enzo doesn’t either.
But neither of us talk about what the game could be. He just holds me in his arms all night.
After our first f**k, we both intended to spend the rest of the night f*****g each other’s brains out. But after Archard spoke, we couldn’t. They only way we could have had s*x would have been slowly, intimately, and vulnerably. And neither of us wanted that moments before we were going to have to compete.
So we didn’t.
We didn’t speak.
We didn’t f**k.
We simply held each other all night, both of us dreaming about what tomorrow was going to hold.
Hurt someone I love.
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