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Click here"I know, sweetheart," he tells her. "But men my age don't get to play these games often. And you didn't tell me what you wanted."
"I wanted that," she says, a pathetic confession but his lips pull into a soft smile.
He kisses her again at the door. He takes two steps toward the driveway, pauses, turning.
"Who hurt you?" His eyes squint at her, and her heart flutters.
"You'd like to know his name before learning mine?"
"Do you want to know my name?"
She bites her lip, one foot crossing the other at the ankle as she stands. "Eventually."
"Then tell me eventually, sweetheart."
Oxytocin, the love hormone, the one that hits post-orgasm, the hormone that binds.
He just fucked the life out of her but it wasn't a life she particularly missed. She is ready for whatever comes next.
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Anonymousover 1 year agoLovely! The flow and the choice of words and ideas show a master story teller at work. More please!
Scandiloveover 1 year agoI like this. Well written and evocative. We have similar writing styles but you're a better writer than I am. Really good piece. Thanks for posting.
