He's exploring my body now.
He's touching me, in places that… that I'm usually nervous about.
My stomach… my elbow… he kisses the scar on my neck, having growled at it after hearing the story.
And he's telling me and showing me his, too.
We look at each other, both giddy at the freeness of this… whatever this is.
Because… because… it's easier to love someone who's broken like you. Who's been thorough what you've been through.
It's so much easier to confide, to share and to… to just be with them.
Because they understand.
Because they care.
Because my Hoody cares and understands every one of the incidents and I understand about his.
I never thought I would feel this… this free.
Happiness shall come. And sexy times. Well, happiness within those sexy times. Promise.
:D
please review. Oh and sorry for the lack of updating today. I've been out and about without my laptop all day. :D
bexie25
