Page 77 of Her Sloth

I don’t feel.

I don’t cry.

I don’t do emotions.

And right now I feel like I am destroying them both.

She closes the gap between us.

“Elise is dead,” she says almost casually as she trails her finger through my dripping hair, following it with her gaze. “She doesn’t fucking care about any of this.”

And then, she cups my face.

Bends slightly down.

Hesitates for one second.

Kisses me.

My entire body melts into her touch as I close my eyes.

Her tongue enters my mouth, daring me to claim what I denied myself all this time.

A part of me wants to fight it.

But I can’t.

I can’t fight what I feel.

I grasp her.

Kiss her back in a way I have never, ever kissed anyone before while the rain soaks us through.

I need more.

I want more.

I want to feel her.

All of her.

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Iam unable to tell what exactly made me do it. Maybe the rain. Maybe because she made me aggressive on a whole other level and it turned me on. The way she looked at me⁠—

Whatever the reason, I shouldn’t have. I should have stayed inside. Should’ve let her sort it out alone. Should have let it rest after the warehouse. Hide whatever it is I feel for her somewhere deep down in a locked black box in me until it eventually fades away, especially after what Lilian told me about my sister.

Only I didn’t.

I went after her.

Provoked her.

Kissed her again.