LIAM
There were those berries that you found at the end of summer: picked over by bears, or so nibbled by hornets they’d disintegrate to mush in your fingers when picked. Or berries that clung greedily to the vine, waiting for some hint of rain at the driest end of the season, but withering in place before it came.
In contrast, Bella was a sun-ripened berry in the peak of summer brought to fruition by the generous rains of June. Sweet and yielding to my mouth. Every part of her that I pressed to my lips was juicy, youthfully rounded and begging to be consumed.
I couldn’t wait any more to fully possess her fruit.
“Tell me something, precious.”
She bucked ever so slightly beneath me in response to my hands on her. It was enough for me to notice. I noticed everything about her, and it di
