That Body

“I’ll never get enough of that body,” Damian says from behind me, startling me. He’s leaning on the frame of our bedroom door, his emerald eyes dull and fatigued.

“Slick,” I murmur with a saddened quiver.

“Don’t. I just want to get into that bath with you right now and forget.”

“I want that too,” I agree, knowing how devastated he must be, knowing my body is his sanctuary. 

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