Page 46 of Trick of the Flesh
God help me, I did.
Now the semester’s over. No more excuses, no more distance. Just the long, dark stretch of winter break waiting, and him waiting at the end of it.
Images flash behind my eyelids: us sneaking through the house while our parents sleep. His hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the sounds he wrings out of me. The woods behind the property, branches bare, cold air burning my lungs as he takes me hard and fast against a tree because we just can’t wait.
It should terrify me.
It does.
But I’m still trembling with need, still leaning into the edge he gives me.
Fuck if we get caught.
Fuck if it ruins me.
The semester is over, but I know one thing for sure: I’ll be running again. And he’ll be waiting, rope in hand, hunger in his eyes, already planning the next way to break me.
A slow grin curls at my lips, impossible to hide. Half-excited. Half afraid.
Christmas break can’t come soon enough.
