38|Aftermath

~Benny~

Catching himself, Kai pulled out of me in a swift and efficient motion, rolling onto the side.

I grimaced, my center gaping at his absence, already missing the feel of him.

‘You’re mine,’ he said.

What did he mean by that?

Is it his claim on me or a claim on my first time? Like a trophy, a prize?

I heard of men collecting women’s virginity, listing them down like it was a game. As though deflowering women gave them bragging rights, a boost to their ego.

The desire and electricity between us occupied my attention, and I hadn’t considered the aftermath.

Discarding the condom, he sat up and stepped out of the tent in all his naked glory. We left the tent entry open, the slow fire crackled outside.

His actions felt too distant, colder than the wind coming from the ocean.

Where was the attentive and caring guy from before?

Vulnerability enveloped me. I reached for my shirt and sat up, tugging it on.

I raked my hair and took a few calming breaths. My heart hammered in m