ENZO DE-LUCA
This isn’t right.
I smiled as Maeve happily took my hand and even though I was always more steps ahead of her whenever we walked, she was right in front of me right now.
She walked so care-freely and I felt my chest tighten as I watched her walk like she was a little girl that had just been promised candy or her favorite Barbie doll.
This doesn’t feel right, this feeling in my chest, this warm glow that enveloped my entire being doesn’t seem right. It doesn’t make sense.
Just when I make a promise to myself to steer clear of her, I find myself getting drawn to her even more. She’s not supposed to be more than my slut.
She’s not supposed to be more than a tool for my satisfaction, my c*m rag, my cocksleeve but somehow, somehow I’m starting to see her as something more.
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