"Why does being sad make me feel so tired?"
"Maybe 'cause it's heavy. Like you're carrying something."
"I'm so tired."
"You can sleep, Fox. Right here. I'll stay with you."
"Cross your heart?"
"Always."
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They say insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results. So I tell myself one more fucking time, no goddamn emotion. And yet, my brain won't turn off.
Guess I'm insane.
Fuck if I care, these days.
Chris scrambles up onto the mattress, tugs her sweater off, unclips her bra, a nervous smile twitching at the corner of her lips. "I have an idea," she says, biting her lip, hesitant.
I pause, waiting. Last time she had an idea she almost drained the life force from my cock.
She slips her underwear off under her skirt before handing them to me. Bright blue, cotton, plain. I'm not sure I'm exactly following.
"To help you, um, release some of that energy. I read a book," she adds again. "You could tie me up if you want." She positions herself, wrists crossed above her head. "See? I even have a bedpost."
My pulse kicks up. The idea sends a flash of heat through me.
"Fox, you don't have to," she says, voice shaky. "It's okay, you know, if you don't want—"
"Hush." I stare down at her, the way she breathes, her bare chest rising, falling. The lines and curves. "You're sure about this?"
She nods, her cheeks flushing pink, eyes wide, lips parted. She's waiting for me to make the next move, trusting me. Hell.
I crawl over her, using the underwear to tie her wrists to the bedpost. The fabric is soft, but tight enough that she can't easily pull free.
She wiggles, testing the restraints, and lets out this quiet, breathless laugh. "I... uh, I've never actually been tied up before."
"You don't say." My hands slide up her sides, squeezing her soft flesh, thumbing the peaks of her breasts until she gasps lightly. I lean down, lips brushing over her ear. "I'll be gentle."
She shakes her head, so I pull back.
"I don't want gentle." Her own words surprise her. Her lips snap shut like she can't believe what just came out.
All be damned. This woman...
"This isn't about me releasing energy, is it." I can't help the grin spreading on my face. "You just wanted to be tied up."
"What? No. I mean—" she stumbles over her words, her face going even pinker. "Oh god."
I tilt my head, amused. "Chris. Just ask for what you want."
She bites her lip. "I'm bad at that."
No shit.
I step off the bed, walking over to the dresser. There's a yellow hairbrush and one, two... seven tubes of lip gloss on it. I wonder which of these is the sweet one she always wears.
"Fox?"
I gesture to the dresser. "This where your insane condom stash is?"
She laughs with her chest. "No. Other side table, last drawer."
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Romance''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect -- like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Wav...
