Posted on 9th February, 2016
His grip was tighter than she liked, her hair twisted and toes numb. She wasn’t sure anymore what he wanted but her breath came quick and he shifted to the right. Laura’s teeth were white in the streetlight and from the right angle you couldn’t see the small bruise on her hip from earlier in the day.
His breath was stale again and Laura moved the opposite way, mirrors reversed and sides taken on the bed.
Her lips were bee stung, bright & rosy against his shoulder. She held him, and he lifted her up.