I feel Millie’s heart racing against my chest as I hold her. Her breathing hasn’t slowed, and she’s still hot. It does nothing to help me regain my composure. Even after going to the bathroom and coming back, I still haven’t returned to my normal in control state.
I’ve never felt anything like I did when I entered Millie. It was like I was coming home, becoming grounded in a way I didn’t know was possible to feel with another person. She filled some part of me that I didn’t know was empty.
And now I’m spooning and snuggling with her in bed—something I never do. I’m not doing it out of obligation. I want to hold her—all night or maybe even longer than that…
I want her to talk to me. I want to know what she’s thinking. What she’s feeling. What she desires. What she needs.
However, I k
