Devan

After Justin readjusts my dress, I settle between his legs, my back against his chest as we sit on the blanket and watch as the sky fills with purples and reds. The effects of what he did isn’t gone. It’s as if mini explosions are still detonating beneath my skin like firecrackers in a string, bringing life to nerve endings I never knew existed. His heart pounds against my head, and I feel him everywhere. Craning my neck, I look back ...