His eyes sparkled with it, his face shone with a fierce joy. Distracting, and meant to be. I didn't know what to say, so I said what I could, Thank you. His voice wasn't happy when he said it, in fact the anger was back.
I loved the sensation of him in my mouth when he was like this, because it didn't last, except when he had not fed. The therapist tried to help me with my latent issues with my mother's death and my dad's remarriage, but he wouldn't believe that I could raise the dead by accident. He blinked at me, then started to laugh, then stopped, and finally said in a strained voice, You couldn't before. Yes, that would be fine.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.