11/03/2026 18:42

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I settled my cheek against Richard's thigh, the way a cat will scent mark you, rubbing back and forth. I was still leaning against the wall, but my eyes were open. I wanted to deny it, but he could feel what I was feeling. He laughed and struggled against the bed again, like he had when I touched much more traditionally intimate places.

I'm shielding like a son of a bitch right now. The thought did it for him, just flat did it for him. There was enough light from the kitchen, so I, too, left the living room dark. Some hint of confidence, of security that hadn't been there before.