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5

6 months before: the party

Sex.

I could feel my heart beating, pumping, breathing oxygen around my pulsing body.

My bare skin was burning hot against her naked body, my hands trembled frantically under the red light.

I explored her body like a map, rolling around on top of the thin sheets. I never wanted it to stop.

"If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred." She whispered into my neck, leaving bursted blood vessels under my skin.

"You are sacred," I replied as my alcohol stained lips clashed against hers.

The low thud of the music continued to vibrate through the walls, and relief flooded my body as I moved my hands down her torso. The repression that I had been holding in was finally released, like a flock of birds migrating for the winter.