IN HER PLACE
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Última publicación mié, may 7, 2025
He's standing in the doorway - silent, unreadable - until he crosses the room in three long strides.
I say his name. I think I mean it as a warning.
But then his hand is on my waist. He kisses me like a hungry man who's been starving for days. He's trying to make me open up to give him access and I do.
And just like that, I forget why I should stop him.
Until he freezes and I know he's come to when he leans back that's when I smell the alcohol on him. He's drunk. And tomorrow I'll be the one paying for it.
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