Crawling into bed next to King, I want nothing more than to climb on top of him. To tell him to make me feel good. To make him feel good as a thank you for…whatever he did to that man.
But I’m not going to.
Because I can’t cave on the first day.
I might be accepting this thing between us. Might be accepting that this is my life. But I owe it to myself to hold out. To see what life with King can be like, without sex clouding my vision.
