The Edge of Obedience
The moment I stopped questioning was the moment I truly began to feel. I wake up in his bed, naked and warm, with the sun dragging its fingers across the sheets. For a second, I don’t know where I am. Then I stretch, slow, sore, satisfied, and it hits me. The way I’d slipped out of my house at 3:40 a.m., wearing nothing but my crotchless panties. The way I pushed him back into this couch and took what I wanted. Last night, I was in control. Chris. My neighbor. The quiet one with the gravel v...