I grabbed him.
Not in the way that hurt him, but in the way that hurt me.
Our bodies collided into one as his sweat dripped from his neck down to my thighs.
I grabbed to the satin white bed sheets so tight, I heard my own grip.
He grabbed me.
My body inhaled so much air, it couldn’t hold anymore.
Set.
One second to the next and it was all said and ...
Done.
I went back home to see him. Oh how I love him.
He was making dinner.
Little did he know my dinner was served elsewhere.