She said „Don’t fall in love with how I fuck.“
I promised I wouldn’t.
Three weeks later I was tracing her stretch marks at 4 a.m. like they were constellations while she slept on my chest.
Turns out the body remembers what the mouth lies about.
We were already lost.Slightly longer version (good for thread / quote-tweet bait):She had this rule.
„You can have my body any way you want. Just don’t fall in love with the way I fuck.“ I laughed. Said „easy“.
I was cocky. I’d done casual before. I knew the difference between skin and heart.First time she bit my shoulder so hard I tasted metal.
Second time she cried when I held her face and went slow—actually slow, the kind that hurts in a sweet way.
Third time she whispered „you’re dangerous“ while her thighs were shaking around my ears.Week four I caught myself kissing the little scar above her left hip like it owed me an explanation.
Week five I was jealous of the sunlight that got to touch her neck while she was reading on the balcony.She noticed.
Of course she did.„You promised,“ she said one night, voice small, eyes avoiding mine.
„I know,“ I answered.
Then I pulled her closer anyway.
Because sometimes the most honest thing you can do
is break a promise you never should’ve made in the first place.Her fingers found my jaw.
„Then ruin me properly,“ she whispered.And we spent the rest of the night trying to decide
whether love feels more like drowning
or finally learning how to breathe underwater.
Passing voter ID has to be done to save America.
If not done, the radical left will immediately end the filibuster when they regain power and pass no voter ID nationally, LIKE THEY ALREADY TRIED TO DO.
If not for Manchin and Sinema, they would have succeeded.