The days lost their edges.We stopped pretending the sex was about the will. The clause still existed somewhere in the desk drawer downstairs, but neither of us reached for it. What we reached for instead was each other.. repeatedly, hungrily, with a single-mindedness that left little room for anything else.Elias’s fixation settled over us like a second climate. He wanted my milk the way some men wanted alcohol or prayer. Morning, afternoon, the middle of the night when the sea was loudest. He would wake me with his mouth already on my breast, sucking in slow, deep pulls until the let-down came and the sweet ache spread through my chest. Only after he had drunk his fill would he move lower, or turn me onto my hands and knees, or pull me into his lap so he could nurse while he was inside me. The combination became the center of everything.I stopped wearing shirts in the house. There was no point. Fabric only trapped the dampness and reminded me how constantly ready my body had become
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