INICIAR SESIÓNThe drive back is quieter than usual, but it’s not uncomfortable. I keep my hands steady on the wheel, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between us as the late afternoon light stretches across the road ahead. Every so often, I glance sideways at Greg. He looked… lighter. Not just physical
His hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Jen The following month arrives with a quiet sense of anticipation that neither Greg nor I can quite shake. On the surface, things have been getting better. Greg is stronger now, noticeably so. The splint is gone; the boot has been replaced with proper support, and his physical therapy sessions hav
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
A week after my birthday, things finally begin to feel like they are moving forward instead of circling the same storm. Greg stands in the middle of the physical therapy room, rolling his wrist slowly, testing the movement. The splint was gone. The stiffness lingered, but it isn’t the same sharp, li
“Since you were a good girl for coming for me, as I promised, I will reward you.” Garrett leaves a trail of kisses down my neck as his hands roam around me to untie my dress, keeping me trapped up against the door. Once he’s finished untying the ribbons, he pushes the dress off of my shoulders and,
We stand in the lobby waiting for the elevator to arrive, Garrett is standing behind me leaning down nibbling and sucking on my ear. If I were wearing any panties, they would be soaked right now. That’s the surprise waiting for Garrett. I have gone commando under my dress. I feel myself getting wett
“We will be fine, babe, I have confidence that your folks will love me and support our relationship.” I nod and revel in his confidence. He’s right, we will be fine, I just need to believe it myself. I have never been the one who lacks confidence. I have always executed it. Maybe I lost who I used t
I pick up the black dress and slid into the bathroom to put it on. It’s a short A-line black dress with sheer embellished sleeves and a lace-up back. It looks stunning on me. It hugs my curves and makes it look like I have legs for days. I fasten the top lace around the shoulders for the sleeves of







