Kiss the Sky

“Kiss the sky with me,” Connor whispers, a beautiful smile pulling his lips, “and don’t ever come down.”

Kiss the sky with me,” Connor whispers, a beautiful smile pulling his lips, “and don’t ever come down.”

But on the plane ride home, just to test Scott—to see what he would do—she stared right into one of the cameras and professed that she had sex with me.

I’ve wanted so many things in life,” he says softly, “but you’re the one that has meant the most to me.”

“Open wide. Don’t eat it. Treat the fruit like my cock,” he says. “You bite down too hard, and you’re going to be spanked hard. Understand?”

Everything will be fine.

“Comment sais-tu ?” How do you know?

“Because I’m here,”

I have the girl.

In my arms. Dizzy at my touch.

I try to imagine a life without Rose and I see something gray, something motionless—a world without time and a place without color. I see mundane and dreary and lackluster.

I can’t lose her.

Not for anything.

when he massages my bottom and then slaps it.

He flips up the visor to his helmet and stares harshly at her, hiding his partial smile.