He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.
—Nash Summers
So I’d lie there, lingering in that space between sleep and consciousness, and let him touch me in all the ways he wanted.
When have I ever given him the impression that I was okay with him just stopping by whenever he wanted to use my body as an organic garbage disposal?
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