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05.22 - Combustion

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twenty years across the sea

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(Note: the difference between guilt and shame is that ‘guilt’ focuses on specific acts or behaviors, while ‘shame’ involves the overall sense of self.)

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She opens the door preparing herself for anger, cursing, or maybe a fist. She deserves it, she knows. But she looks her over and sees exactly what Drake wants, more surely than she’s seen desire on anyone’s face for years.

Speere spins on her heel and marches inside. Drake follows. She’s still got her hair gelled up from work, although she’s rapidly destroying it by running her hands through it. She props herself up against the sink, her forearms flexing as she grips the edge of the counter.

Speere crosses the cool tile floor and pauses, rooted, in between Drake’s thighs. “I’ve never,” Drake starts, not making eye contact. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” like that wasn’t fucking obvious.

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