09/02/2026 11:15

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I'm not most men, he said, and there was something about the way he said it that made me press my mouth back over him. I mean, that would just suck, especially if I could prevent it here and now. I laid a tiny hand on that dried blood and remembered the nightmares afterward, where the blood was always wet, and the car was dark, and I could hear my mother screaming. In that moment I knew it wasn't my memory.

It was as if nothing would be enough. My power, my magic, my heart, my soul, everything was there for the taking in one soft brush of lips. I couldn't kill him, because I wasn't master enough to handle him. Fine, stay standing, but you asked if you'd ever hurt me when we made love, right? He nodded.