After staring at the ceiling for a while — just at the point where Gina had considered tickling him again — he’d whispered, “It feels like I’m all full inside — like, not just physically, you know, but… you know… everything. And then it all explodes out, all of that c*m, yeah, but the feelings and the thoughts and all that, and then, for a little while, it’s like everything is quiet and perfect.”
And then they’d f****d again, and Gina had tried to imagine what he was talking about.
That was just before he’d asked her to drop out so she could come live with him. And she’d said no. And that had been that.
A year ago, almost.
Gina had understood the everything is quiet and perfect part — but now that feeling of being full, of emotions, yeah, but of something else, exploded inside of her.
