Remy Calloway had buried herself so deep into my veins that I could no longer tell how I had survived this long without her. “I couldn't believe that you actually slept off,” She was changing into the new clothes I had brought— because something in me knew that this would happen. That she’d rip or get her clothes dirty— or I would. I stared at the marks on her skin. I didn’t know what came over me. I hated the fact she was covering them. “Do you feel alright?”“Not really,” She made a face. A smirk. “But you’ve cleaned me up, fed me, massaged my thighs and feet. Do anything else and I wouldn’t want to leave,”I swallowed, trying my hardest to control myself. I’d done it for years. And all of a sudden, it felt like each moment I was away from her, I was slowly suffocating. “Mhm.”She stared at me. “Are you alright?”No. Longer. My head was hurting being this far away from you. I’d finally experienced silence, as if every moment in time had culminated in this feeling. This… excessive
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