Page 23 of Promise Kept

She puts an arm around me and guides me toward my bedroom.

Once I’m in my room she wastes no time in stripping me out of my dress.

As she touches me, I think about Ellis.

I imagine if he was still here, watching this.

Would his dick get hard?

Would he make a move?

On Love?

On me?

I stand there topless.

Love pushes me toward the bed.

I collapse.

“Tuck yourself in.”

Love walks away.

I stumble and crawl my way under my covers.

My boobs bounce around.

Certainly not big enough to hit me in the face.

I move to my back and pull the covers up to my chin.

The room is starting to spin now.

Love returns from the bathroom.

“Pills and soda,” she says.

“Really?”

“That’s the way to do it. I’ll be back with a can of soda.”

“I don’t drink that garbage.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re a tough chick. You just chug straight vodka and disappear.”

“My father is dead.”

Love growls and plops down on the bed. “I know. Anything I can do?”

“Water. Pills. Then sleep next to me.”

After I swallow the pills, my eyes grow heavy and close.

Love is next to me.

I reach to touch her hand, just to make sure.

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