Unedited quickie – His hand found its way to my throat, his grip tight as he stared at me. I draw in a half breath and move closer to him, my heart kicking up as his hand tightened. He’s sitting on the counter, his daring eyes steady on mine. Is this really what I want? …
Balanced in that place between sleep and awake, he finds me there. Naked body warm, open, welcoming as he slips in beside to hold me. A large hand gripping my neck, squeezing to control from one breath… Inhale, squeeze, slow exhale… To the next. I am less asleep, more awake, but still teetering on dreams. …