Hands mingling, skin tingling. She held his hand, played with his fingers. His hand touched her skin. She squirmed. Fingers grazed the sensitive skin on her lower back. She leaned her head back into his face. His unshaven face tickled her. She wanted this--she was ready.
His hand stopped moving. His fingers stopped touching. He leaned away.
We really can't do this.
No, we can't.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I really like you.
Hmm...
If the situation was different...
...
...
...
...
...
We should go.
From Hex Editors to Roblox: A Game Dev Dad’s Journey
7 months ago
2 comments:
Sniff. This is so so good.
Dammit, and just when I had stopped crying.
it's depression carried on to it's logical progression...frustrated fiction!
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