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❝ You are a beginning. ❞
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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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ADAM HAD SIX scars which marred his torso.
I ran my fingers over each one, more feeling than seeing how they snaked around from his chest to his lower back. Maybe another time I would ask about them. It was not that easy to see in the dark of night —but that made it easier. Perhaps because I could not see his face clearly, it made me more susceptible to accepting this.
This.
What in the world was this; the burning that consumed me, that could only be extinguished by Adam's touch. Everywhere he had his hands, my body rippled with sensations I had never felt before. No Dreamcatcher alive had ever been allowed to feel these weightless, addictive reverberations.
I could not help the sounds that escaped my lips; the gasps of air I drew, and the grip of my fingers on this human that dug so deep as if he would disappear if I let go. It certainly felt that way.
The last time I had tried to hold onto him, he had erupted into colourful shards.
Now he was real —he was here. I could feel his burning body temperature rising, and his deft fingers felt too good to be a dream. And he did not let them stay in one place for too long; he wanted me to experience everything as quickly as possible.
I was unsure if I could keep up.
Especially when his hand ran over my chest, and his mouth moved from mine to latch onto the side of my neck. A low, blissful moan ripped from me. He echoed the sound, and I felt him stiffen beneath me.
