BEAUTIFULLY UNFAITHFULLY
My fingers were shaking, but as soon as I touched myself, a soft, pathetic sob escaped my lips.
I closed my eyes and forced Leonard's face out of my mind. Instead, I let myself dissolve into the rhythm of the video, imagining hands that didn't reject me, hands that found my five-foot-eleven frame intoxicating instead of exhausting.
I moved softly, chasing the heat, desperate to ease the burning ache that Leonard had left inside me. Every stroke was a rebellion. Every quiet gasp into the empty room was a reminder to myself that I was still alive, still capable of feeling, even if I had to find my salvation in the dark, completely alone.