RYDEN

 Fuck.

 Kissing her was the best thing I had in a while. I’d kissed women, many of them, and brought them to my bed, but kissing Amelia was evocative. It was special, and it ignited something deeper within me— she brought me back to life and gave me purpose.

 We pulled apart when we were both panting, yet I still wanted more. I kissed her again, sucked her bottom lip, bringing it to my mouth, and she moaned again, the most beautiful sound I’ve heard in days. 

Then I dragged ...