~Lyra~

I lay there on the bed, half-draped like a girl who had just been struck by a category five orgasmic hurricane, my legs still twitching every single time I tried to take a deep breath, and he just stood there watching me.

Not helping.

Not speaking.

Just watching me like I was the greatest thing he’d ever destroyed.

Like he was proud of the mess he made.

Like he hadn’t just made me forget my own birthday, my own address, and maybe even my own fucking ...