Previously:
Andrea spent the summer in Spain while Carol waited for the relationship, access, and future his name promised. His return ended in a hospital stay instead of the reunion she expected. Now she intends to put the story back in order.
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Andrea
Much unhappiness has come into the world
because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.
~Fyodor Dostoevsky
Andrea kissed the inside of her thigh. The heat of her skin didn’t reach him. He remembered where to linger, how much pressure it took to make her gasp. Sex with her had once been kinetic, intoxicating, a bright blur that made thought feel unnecessary. Now, he simply waited for it.
Her thighs tightened around his head. She said nothing. Her hips rolled upward, demanding more. She curled her fingers into his hair. He followed her rhythm without meeting it. She came. Loud. Breathy. Triumphant. She pushed her hips toward him in that final, familiar arch.
