I push Antony down into the sheets. He grips my back. His legs wrap around my waist. He's like an adorable, sweet monkey. I press down on him. His lips feel softer than the sheets. He moves his hand up my back.
"Mmm... Al... your lips are a lot softer than I thought." He says.
"Your lips are soft as I expected." I say.
He grips me harder.
"Hey Al? About what I said..." Antony starts.
"I told you I'm fine." I say gripping his back.
I push on him harder. He moves one hand up my back. He smells like cherry blossoms. His skin, softer than pillows and feathers. His white hair smells a lot like... like... roses or some kind of fancy smell. It's addictive. It's flooding my senses.
He then moves his hand onto my chest. The feeling turns darker when he starts moving his hands into my shirt. My eyes flash red. The feeling, like claws. Claws. Claws ripping through my flesh. My mind turns into a blood bath. They're coming again... howls flood in my ears. I hear the screaming. Sweat pours down my face. My eyes widen. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
"Al?" Antony asks.
I jolt up. I gasp in the air. I pull my shirt back up. He sits up.
"You okay?" Antony asks.
I hear the doorbell ring.
"I'll get that." I say.
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