It was only an inch.
I’m honestly not certain if I could bring myself to take away more than that.
The instant she is no longer within my sight, I toss the piece of paper back onto its respective pile and screw my eyes shut.
Fuck, I’ve never cared this much about a woman in my entire life, damn sure not a doll.
Maybe I should end the contract.
Stop all this bullshit before I become invested in something I don’t have time for.
That’s half the purpose of keeping “dolls”.
They make it easy to enjoy the perks of dating without wasting the valuable time to actually do so, and they allow me to enjoy the kinks I prefer in a safe, secure, won’t end up on the cover of a trashy gossip magazine manner. Being with Zel was supposed to continue the simplicity of it all.
Not complicate it.