Covered

Without thinking, I inched closer and pressed my lips to his scarred flesh. Eric was very soft, softer than I thought given his firmness. Tiny, invisible golden hairs touch my lips and I smile against his skin. I've never been close to a man like Eric. Everything to him is a new discovery. Granted, most of what I know about Eric is terrible, but sometimes…sometimes I find him to be very gentle.

I linger on his bare skin, curling up even closer to enjoy him. He no longer asked me to touch him. I think about the time he told me to touch him. At that time I hesitated. I hated him so much. It was amazing to realize that I didn't hate him so much anymore. I have a lot of feelings for him, and yes, hate is probably among them, but there are other emotions too, far more complex than simple hate.

Eric was planning to sell me. I hate you for that. What about other things? I was surprised when I realized I could, perhaps, forgive him. I struggled with that thought day by day, hour by hour, tell