SOMABrynne is gone when I wake up, but his absence and the exam I have later today are not enough to wipe the smile off my face. Whatever last night was, I liked it a lot. His side of the bed is still warm, letting me know he didn’t leave until later this morning.I sit up with a wince. My thighs throb as my back meets the hardboard. The cover falls to my waist, exposing my breasts and nipples, which are already hard from thinking about him.Tiny scars litter my belly, mostly from the times my cousins got bored and decided my body was better as amusement. I’m so used to the sight because they have become a part of me, but this morning, as I stare at the scars, something like awe spreads th
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