August It is warm, so warm, in our bedroom. I don't want to be touched, but he gently dots the pad of his index finger down my waist and along the curve of my hip. In turn, I softly drag the tips of my fingers along his right collar bone, just the once. This is goodnight. I want to be touched but I don't want to be touched. I hate this heat. 12:35 a.m. - 2023-08-01 |
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