tragic, i dare say

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"What if Josiah sees?" I say to him, looking around for a wanderer that could potentially come over to where we were, and then up at the large, towering windows above us. Despite being obscured mostly by an oversized bush, I couldn't help but feel antsy.

And that's not just because of the god beside me.

His fingers caress my skin.

Slow and oh so experienced.

His face is so close to me I swear I can make out every hair sprinkling his face, every shallow line, every imperfection he didn't have. That voice brought me out of my thoughts, making my entire body alert to his every move.

"Keep another man's name out of your goddamn mouth when I'm inside you." And with that, he drew back and slammed into me, hard.