015 Orville's Preference
On a winter's night, the firewood in the fireplace was burning with a splintering sound, and in the ambiguous flames, the two fleshly bodies were claiming the temperature of each other on the bed, and the flesh kept churning out waves and tides of desire.
Chad was like being trapped in the cold winter, surrounded by miles and miles of ice, walking millions of miles before she finally found this bonfire, knowing that she would be burned to ashes, but she still pounced on it as if she was self-mutilating.
It was already sad enough anyway, so what if it hurt a little more?
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The next morning, Edric helped Chad take a leave of absence from the training ground, Chad's having trouble getting up.
The result of a hangover and a night of indulgence, was worse than a bad cold, her bones felt like they were falling apart, and it hurt to move.