“I rake my hands over my head, letting the water rinse it all away. I need to make a choice. I need to decide what to do with the other names. I need to, but I don’t want to. What I want to do is bury all this shit deep down inside, and forget about it for five fucking minutes. I press my palms to the tile, watching the liquid trails race down my body. My hands ache. Even wrapped, I still managed to tear them up. Once I started hitting the bag, I just couldn’t stop. Couldn’t. Wou...ldn’t. Didn’t want to. But no matter how hard I went at the bag, that release I was searching for wasn’t there. I know what could give me peace, if only fleetingly. I know how easily she could erase it from my mind for a few blissful minutes. I remember her taste, hot and sticky on my tongue. And the husky tone to her voice as she moaned my name. I can almost feel her fingers grazing my back as she guided me closer.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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