The contract.
The boundary.
It's also a weapon. A shield.
A mask. A wall.
Without Baby? I’m just Allison.
Exposed. Open. Vulnerable.
And I don’t do vulnerable.
I blink the water from my lashes
and rest my chin on the ledge.
“You just gonna stand there?”
He smirks, then steps in,
bending down to haul me out of the pool,
his grip brutal.
Water slides down my body,
soaking his chest as he carries me,
his arms locked under my ass.
Aerosmith's stillCryin' when he lowers me onto a lounger, towel laid out and waiting with a chilled bottle of wine.
Obsession’s splashed across his face like?—
I’ll do whatever you want, just tell me how.
He’s six-two, lean, sculpted,
a walking Staten Island sin
with a three-point-nine inch dick?—
just the way I like them.
If I have sex, I want it to feel like a decision,
not an autopsy.
“You waitin’ up for me, B?”
I reach for my smokes,
thumb the box open,
and slide the cigarette between my lips.
He sits on the edge of the lounger,
