Fractured
Getting up from my side of the couch I saunter over to Theo and Mason.
“What do you need, Babe?” Theo asks and moves as if to get up.
“Contact,” I say as I straddle Mason’s lap. He gives me an incredulous look but makes no move to stop me, even as I begin to unbutton his shirt to expose his beautifully inked chest. I run my hands over him and hum at the feel of his skin under my hands. He lets me explore his tattoos, I trace the outline of each piece of artwork with my finger, making sure not to react to the scaring I can feel hiding behind them. I feel almost giddy at the progress we are making here and I nearly forget that I had a plan here. “I need more,” I whisper, looking at Theo. Theo
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