he was a moment I’d never have again.
Now,
he can’t touch me like that
until he knows what he’s touching.
His eyes trace me, tracking every move,
every breath snagged in my throat.
My hand presses against his chest
to steady whatever’s shaking inside me.
He sees the deny in my eyes,
and his chest kicks against my palm,
wild and rising fast.
“I just—fuck, I dunno,” he breathes. “Was really hopin’ to make you come with the whole skyline around you.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
A lifeless laugh leaves him.
“Guess that means I gotta bring you back.”
I look away, overwhelmed,
chewing my lip to keep from giving in.
“You think I don’t want to? I do—I just…”
He nods like he gets it,
his fingers fidgeting,
adjusting the strap of my thong,
sliding it back over my hip
like he’s keeping safe what’s his,
and I’m the one stuck in denial.
If only he knew the junkie in me wants to use him, but I’m fighting it,
bleeding strength,
‘cause he deserves better, more.
Like maybe a reason why
or some kind of explanation.
The truth presses against my throat,
