Haunting-Adeline

Her eyes flu er, and I watch as she regains consciousness. When her
eyes slide up to my face, they widen ever so slightly.
I could’ve tried to fuck her while asleep, but I decide to hold off on that
un l Addie admits her love for me and freely accepts mine. Un l I can fuck
her without a fight, though I think some part of Addie will always fight me.
Although I’ve taken advantage of Addie on several occasions, at least her
being awake and coherent allowed me to watch her body’s reac ons.
Doesn’t make it right. But her body has always wept for me.
And if it ever didn’t, I wouldn’t have touched her un l it did.
“Why are you in my bed staring at me like a creep?” she asks, her voice
groggy with sleep.
I chuckle. “I thought it’d been established that I’m a creep already?”
“It has, and yet you s ll keep doing it.”
“Would you like me to stop?” I query, sliding my hands down her
backside. She sucks in a sharp breath, appearing much more awake and
alert as I grip her plump ass in my palms.
“No,” she admits quietly. She looks so ny and vulnerable admi ng it, so
I stay quiet.
She trails her finger across the ta oos on my chest, her eyes averted
firmly away from mine.
"Do these mean anything?" she murmurs, seeming as if she’s
concentra ng hard on the design.
"No," I answer. "I have them because I like them. I prefer to keep
anything of significance as a possession."
Frowning, she peers up at me through long lashes. "Why? I would think
your body would be the one place you would have anything meaningful.
You carry it around everywhere you go."
I li a shoulder. "My body is just a vessel that my soul inhabits, a ached
to a shell that it'll one day leave. And when that day comes, I won’t care to
let that shell go. I carry my body around because I have to, not because it's
a choice. But when I possess something meaningful, I’m choosing to hold
on to it. Carrying something meaningful in my skin is effortless but holding
onto something that I could lose—that takes devo on."
She drops her eyes back down, seeming to contemplate my words. I curl
my finger under her chin, wan ng—no needing, her eyes back. They suck