Wes
Sawyer heads for the shower after Hollie leaves, but instead of giving her time to clean up before heading to Colt’s I follow her.
I can’t be away from her right now, not after she just asked me for help, which in many ways is more meaningful than hearing her say she loves me. Sawyer isn’t incapable of love, but until a few minutes ago I thought she was incapable of asking for help. Showing me she’s vulnerable, trusting me to get her through difficult times, that’s a level of intimacy I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to, much less so soon.
Stepping behind her I take the shampoo from her hands and pour it into mine, massaging the bubbles into her scalp. She leans her head back and sighs, shooting a bolt of l**t straight to my c**k.
“What’s this for?”
“You know.”
“I’m scared.” Another a
