Just Flings

VIVIENNE

I was sore down there after Ezekiel and I had multiple rounds, in different positions. We were like freed animals who were kept in the zoo for so long—wild and kept wanting more.

So, after ‘fucking,’ we cuddled in his bed. I laid on Ezekiel's chest, my head resting against the warmth of his skin. His hand moved gently through my hair, brushing it in slow, comforting strokes.

We had finished just before dawn, and now we were lying together, cuddling in each other’s arms. And as the minutes passed, the reality of what had happened started to settle in.

I had given in again. Damn!

What are you doing, Vivienne? Why do you keep letting this happen? I scolded myself as I lay there, feeling Ezekiel’s warmth beside me.

The walls I had carefully built up around myself seemed to crumble whenever I was near him, and last night was no different. Despite everything, I couldn't deny the pull between us.

The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing.

I could feel that I knew