Nefretiri
Neither of us speak or move. Simply enjoying the soothing sensation that's become second nature whenever we're together like this.
When I still lived with Ricky, and we had sex, I never wanted to stick around after. Grateful if he demanded food or would fall asleep.
I didn't feel that way with Ivan. So even though our position isn't the most comfortable, I'm reluctant to ask him to put me down. He's back in my arms and my soul. Why would I want to relinquish that?
If we were ordinary humans, I can imagine any therapist worth their diploma would be telling us we shouldn't be together. That our relationship was dangerous and stamp multiple labels on it.
They'd probably be correct. The way we both acted felt unstable. It was beyond obsession and addiction, and I think the word is toxic in human terms.
