Maybe I've been reading too much erotica lately, but, God, I crave you. Not in the usual safe and gentile way. I crave you. I want you. I want HotSteamySloppy sex. I want raw passion. I want you to slam your door shut and press me against the wall and kiss me with angst and need. I want you to pick me up and I want to wrap my legs around you and I want to feel you between them.
I want to feel how much you want me.
I need you.
Now.
And, God, I can't resist you. No matter how hard I try.
It's the worst kind of want–a want that will never be satisfied. Because every inch of me craves you, craves your charming words and your impossibly sexy body. Every inch of me wants to make you love me again, wants to flirt into the night until you can't resist your attraction towards me, wants to remind you of why you fell in love with me,
wants to convince you that you made a mistake.
But yet, I want to be stronger than that. And I sure as hell don't want to have to restart this heartbreak hell for a few minutes of heaven. My heart is too tired for that. So when half of me wants to get over you and half of me wants to get under you, and neither of those are possible, what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to move forward?
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Midnight Moments
RomanceThis isn't a story about love. Well, at least it doesn't look like it right now. It's just me. I don't think there's enough out there about what happens when that love ends. What does it look like to be raw and vulnerable? What does it feel like to...
