9// hungry
"Grayson, shouldn't we eat first?"
I say as I'm hoisted onto the ice cold
kitchen bench
my skin sizzles
as his mouth and hands
simultaneously
mess with my mind
"I am eating first"
I can't even form the syllables
to say anything
The food can wait
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
