Mattress on the Floor

That evening, Lucas made love to me, his touch familiar but lacking the fire I’d felt. My body still sore, I endured, hiding my discomfort as he whispered, “You’re so perfect, my love.”

It was my first betrayal, a secret that weighed on my conscience. Yet, deep down, I clung to the memory of that night, knowing no one could take away the thrill I’d tasted.

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