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Facing Facts

He gestured. “But you fight everything. Ever since you were small, you wouldn’t let me any closer than the kid you hid in closets with and beat at chess.”

“That was pretty damn close!”

He tilted his head to look down at me chidingly. His dark eyes seeming silvery in the strange darkness. “Was it really? Would it have been for someone other than you?”

“Like you?” I demanded. Cutting to the quick of what he was saying because he’d stopped moving inside me and my frustration was mounting. And I was now wondering if I should be wrapping my legs around him. And I couldn’t stop thinking about snaking my arms around his muscled shoulders and clinging to him while he rode into me.

“Yes.” He straightened. Becoming darker, more of a silhouette as he drew from me. Though still implanted in my center he seemed cast in blackness now.

Like made of it.

“It would be nice,” He continued. “if you considered how it was for me.”