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Share Us
“The real question should be whether or not you’d share me,” I mutter and moan when he hits a certain spot. “Fuck… can you massage that part a little more?”
“Avoiding your stretches after any form of activity,” he mumbles but does exactly what I ask, leaving me to moan in relief.
“So I can get lectures and massages from the one and only god in this room.”
“Funny,” his voice seems farther away now. “You know, crushing on your professors is dangerous.”
“Mhmm.”
“Yet you would have been right in-between them if the opportunity invited itself.”
“Hmmm.” That’s the best way of saying ‘fuck yeah.’
“Anyone else in line?”
“Hmmmmmm.”
“Meaning you have no clue.”
“Mhmm.”
I feel so content right now, so at peace, as though I’m drifting on a cloud that’s floating away, higher and higher.
Arms embrace me, my front side pressing into chiseled warmth like a firm blanket. Now, my body feels like complete jelly while the lull of tranquility purrs through my mind, making me far too sleepy.
I feel the need to stay awake and be of service to make things even, but I’ve missed being in these arms.
Being held like I’m someone’s entire world.
Peace, safety, immense love and affection.
This may have been what kept me moving forward back then… why we made our study days every Friday.
A weekly reminder of passionate comfort that alleviated the stress we gathered throughout the week prior.
“I don’t mind sharing,” I hear him say into my ear.
Maybe he’s waiting for my reply, which never leaves my lips. I’m too far gone to stop myself from being sandwiched between his warm embrace and the inviting arms of sleep.
“They just have to be worthy of a Gilded One.”
Slumber steals me away into the land of peaceful nothingness.
15
PREPARE FOR THE INEVITABLE
~OPHELIA~
“Girl, you look like you got hit by a truck, fell off a cliff, crashed into raging waters, got saved by dolphins, and brought to the shore, only to get tossed into a bush of thorns and wrestled at least one bear.”
I can barely keep my eyes open as a yawn escapes me.
“A bear?” That’s all I could comprehend.
“That means you need an extra shot in your pumpkin spice latte. I know it’s not October, but I find PSL is a good luck drink on the first day of school.”
“What language are you speaking?” I question as I drag my feet to the bar stools at the inviting kitchen island.
