Fifty Shades Of Him
Every part of me wanted to cross the room, to wrap my arms around him and say I’m sorry but the words got lost somewhere between my throat and my pride.
Instead, I whispered, “Goodnight.” He didn’t answer.
I turned off the lights and stood in the dark, listening to his uneven breathing. Minutes stretched, the air heavy with everything unsaid.
When I finally lay down, I heard him shift. The bed dipped, the warmth of his body close but not touching. A long moment passed before I felt it, his fingers brushing mine, tentative, trembling. I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.
We lay there in silence, his touch small and fragile against the storm inside me and for the first time in a long time, I felt som
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