When he saw her for the first time, he sidled up behind her to kiss her neck, softly holding her vertebrae between his lips, spreading warmth up her spine to the crown of her skull, dimming the light before her eyes, causing the axis right above her ears to stab with pain.

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He would awake around 1pm, preferring a lie-in while she would nurse her responsibilities, getting her work in before his dawn arrived. Upon opening his eyes, he would dress and then twist her arm right up to her shoulder blades and then shove her to her knees: nothing else to be done that day. Continue reading →