Feather Drifting in the Wind
He remembered her burning cheeks, the muffled sounds she tried to swallow, the adorable way she would hide under the covers afterward, pretending nothing had happened.
That innocence was exactly what pulled him in, and it made him more captivated each time. It fed him a sense of conquest as if he had her for the first time again, something he couldn't admit even to himself.
The contrast left him oddly hollow right at the peak of pleasure.
By morning, sunlight flooded the windows.
Wrapped in the blanket, Florence curled against him and whined, "Caesar, can we stay a few more days? It'd be such a waste to leave so soon. I heard the scenery here is really beautiful. Let's go out and look around
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