I was lying on my back, staring at the dark ceiling like it owed me answers, when I heard his door open. Then footsteps, conversation and giggles.
They both walk themselves into his room and almost immediately, his door shut again.
My whole body went rigid under the sheets.
Not f*****g tonight.
Please— f**k, not tonight.
I’d been on edge the whole day,and he f*****g made it worse, by what ever the f**k happened in the utility room earlier. His fingers brushing my jaw like I was something precious and almost immediately letting go like I'm poisonous at the same time.
He’d run again. I can't even keep count of how many times he does this. He's always done that ever since I knew him.
My skin had been f*****g too sensitive for this. My p***y throbbing with that low, constant ache that n
