That—this right here, this closeness, this warmth—meant more to me than anything I'd ever touched before.
"I know it's a lot," I whispered. "Probably too much. But I need you to see me. Not just this body, not the man who teases or flirts or talks shit with a smirk on his face. I need you to see me. The raw, cracked, bleeding version. The one that never got to be held until now."
And maybe it was stupid.
Maybe I was ruining the mood, going soft in the head—but I didn't care.
Because she was still here.
Still listening.
Still warm in my arms.
So I said it. Quiet, tired, like I was half falling asleep—but every word burned true.
"So you know… I love you. Might've been love at first sight. Maybe it was the way your face looked covered in my cum—"
"!!?"
"OW—!"
Her teeth sank right into my chest. No warning, no mercy. It wasn't playful. It hurt—enough to make me wince, eyes snapping open as I gasped.
