Chapter 101 – Not Real

• I lose myself completely to it for a second – to the feel of Christian’s mouth moving against mine, to the way his hair feels against my fingers as I slip them through his hair, to the way his hand slides down along my side with intent, with reverence.
• But when that palm hits one of the bruises on my ribs, pressing a little harder than I think he means to in his urgency to touch me, to feel me –
• I come back to myself.