With Silent Fingertips on the Backs of Men Ill Probably Never See Again
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"I was going to have it easy on y'all," he says, his voice low. "Lay you down on the bed and worship you, all solar day and all dark. Kiss and caress every inch of yous. Taste you with my tongue until you can't take anymore. And then I was going to give information technology to yous, deep and irksome... brand you come over and over again, until all you lot tin can do is whimper, cry my proper noun." His free manus, the one not clutching the chugalug, slowly ghosts along the front of my body, his fingertips brushing confronting my flushed peel. He runs the manus along my breasts before settling on my chest, over my heart. "Yous like information technology that way, don't you? Like when I make you lot experience all of my dearest."
I nod, tingles erupting all over. "Uh-huh."
"And I was going to honey you lot right, remind y'all what information technology feels like to be cherished, to be idolized, to exist treated like the queen you are. I was going to make serious dear to yous, baby." "But at present I think I'll just fuck you lot instead."
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I nod, tingles erupting all over. "Uh-huh."
"And I was going to honey you lot right, remind y'all what information technology feels like to be cherished, to be idolized, to exist treated like the queen you are. I was going to make serious dear to yous, baby." "But at present I think I'll just fuck you lot instead."
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"Where are y'all going?"
"To get my married woman back."
"How do you know where to await?"
I agree my telephone up. "I've got a map."
"A map?" He laughs. Laughs. "Y'all always experience like Admiral Ackbar with the Expiry Star plans?"
I expect at him, brow furrowed.
"Y'all know... Return of the Jedi? Information technology's a trap!"
I shake my caput.
"Actually? Zilch?" He scrunches upwardly his face as if I cloy him. "How are nosotros fifty-fifty friends?"
"We're not."
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"To get my married woman back."
"How do you know where to await?"
I agree my telephone up. "I've got a map."
"A map?" He laughs. Laughs. "Y'all always experience like Admiral Ackbar with the Expiry Star plans?"
I expect at him, brow furrowed.
"Y'all know... Return of the Jedi? Information technology's a trap!"
I shake my caput.
"Actually? Zilch?" He scrunches upwardly his face as if I cloy him. "How are nosotros fifty-fifty friends?"
"We're not."
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"They're not going to take another life from me.
They can't accept my wife.
They tin can't take her.
They tin can't steal my happiness.
I'k not going to permit them.
Not now. Not ever.
Not again.
Not over again."
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They can't accept my wife.
They tin can't take her.
They tin can't steal my happiness.
I'k not going to permit them.
Not now. Not ever.
Not again.
Not over again."
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"Never let them meet your fear… it's dominion number i. And it'south not that I'g afraid. No, I'yard not.
I don't fear death.
I've already died too many times before.
I'yard a cat with nine lives and I'm already on number twelve. I'yard living on borrowed time. When death wants to take me, it'll take me."
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I don't fear death.
I've already died too many times before.
I'yard a cat with nine lives and I'm already on number twelve. I'yard living on borrowed time. When death wants to take me, it'll take me."
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"Guess him by his deportment and non your suspicions," he says. "Because if the merely measure of a man's worth is what he does to make money, a lot of practiced men would be judged unfairly."
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"You and me… we love differently. But that doesn't mean you don't love her, in your own twisted way."
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"Shaking my head, I can't help the grin that fights to break free. It's completely ridiculous. Information technology'south probably the most absurd few minutes of my life. But the audio of her laughter, of her happiness, does to me something nothing else can. It cuts straight through my darkness. With her, I almost feel low-cal."
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"Don't tell me something happened to her," I say, "non unless you want the earth to burn down."
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"He pushes in and then, slowly, deeply, stroking a chord inside of me. My breath hitches. Oh God.
"I honey that sound," he whispers, his vox gritty. "It's the best music in the earth."
I wrap my arms around him. "Perhaps that should be your ringtone, so."
He laughs, his face nuzzled into my cervix. "That wouldn't work."
"Why?"
"Because others would hear it. That sound belongs just to my ears."
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"I honey that sound," he whispers, his vox gritty. "It's the best music in the earth."
I wrap my arms around him. "Perhaps that should be your ringtone, so."
He laughs, his face nuzzled into my cervix. "That wouldn't work."
"Why?"
"Because others would hear it. That sound belongs just to my ears."
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"He makes beloved to me and then, like only Naz tin can, alternating betwixt slow and deep and rough and hard, sending me into a tailspin. It's a breath-catching, skin-slapping, soul-capturing kind of love. The human being owns me. He consumes me. Every function of me was made for every role of him. It'southward the kind of love I can't imagine ever living without. It's raw, and real, and it's ours.
Information technology'south ours.
It goes on forever.
Life flashes earlier my eyes.
Nosotros're old and greyness and happy. Nosotros're happy.
Nil is going to get in our mode now."
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Information technology'south ours.
It goes on forever.
Life flashes earlier my eyes.
Nosotros're old and greyness and happy. Nosotros're happy.
Nil is going to get in our mode now."
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"I've always been fascinated by how the body works.
How a fist-sized muscle deep in your chest is responsible for keeping you lot alive every day. It steadily beats, every second of every hour, pushing blood through your arteries and so back to it through your veins. And y'all do nothing to make information technology happen. It just does it, all on its own. Doesn't matter how you're feeling, what y'all're thinking, if your fucking heart is breaking... it keeps on beating, a hundred thousand times a twenty-four hours."
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How a fist-sized muscle deep in your chest is responsible for keeping you lot alive every day. It steadily beats, every second of every hour, pushing blood through your arteries and so back to it through your veins. And y'all do nothing to make information technology happen. It just does it, all on its own. Doesn't matter how you're feeling, what y'all're thinking, if your fucking heart is breaking... it keeps on beating, a hundred thousand times a twenty-four hours."
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"Information technology'south not the titles that honor the men… it's the men that honor the titles."
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"You've had ample opportunity to ship me upwardly the river… you could've easily gotten me locked up long ago but by opening your mouth. I didn't demand to marry yous to proceeds your silence. Y'all've given it to me from the offset. If you didn't turn on me and then, when y'all had enough of reason to, I trust that you won't do it now, ring or no ring. I married you lot, Karissa, considering I love y'all. Zip more, nothing less."
Equally many times as he'southward said those words… I love you… it even so makes my stomach flutter to hear them come up from him. The butterflies soar. He's not an outwardly emotional person, not at all, so when he says information technology, I know he means it.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reach upwards on my tiptoes and kiss him. His lips are soft, sugariness. His natural language tastes similar peppermint. "I love you, too, you know."
"I know."
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Equally many times as he'southward said those words… I love you… it even so makes my stomach flutter to hear them come up from him. The butterflies soar. He's not an outwardly emotional person, not at all, so when he says information technology, I know he means it.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reach upwards on my tiptoes and kiss him. His lips are soft, sugariness. His natural language tastes similar peppermint. "I love you, too, you know."
"I know."
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"Once the homo vacates the room, Genova motions toward the table betwixt us. "Gun."
I hold up my easily. "I don't accept one."
His forehead furrows. "Yous came unarmed?"
"I never carry a gun," I say, "but that doesn't mean I'k unarmed."
Everything's a weapon if you lot look at it the right way.
"Knives, so."
"None of those, either."
"So what do you got?"
"Non much." I consider information technology for a moment. "Some spare change, a peppermint, my wallet... oh, and I've got a pen in my pocket."
He looks at me with atheism. "A pen."
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a unproblematic blackness ballpoint ink pen.
Probably toll a dollar.
"Yous gonna kill somebody with that?" he asks.
I shrug, setting it on the table. "Y'all never know."
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I hold up my easily. "I don't accept one."
His forehead furrows. "Yous came unarmed?"
"I never carry a gun," I say, "but that doesn't mean I'k unarmed."
Everything's a weapon if you lot look at it the right way.
"Knives, so."
"None of those, either."
"So what do you got?"
"Non much." I consider information technology for a moment. "Some spare change, a peppermint, my wallet... oh, and I've got a pen in my pocket."
He looks at me with atheism. "A pen."
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a unproblematic blackness ballpoint ink pen.
Probably toll a dollar.
"Yous gonna kill somebody with that?" he asks.
I shrug, setting it on the table. "Y'all never know."
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"There's just something about y'all, Karissa," he whispers, "something I've sought for a very long time."
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"I sit back on the floor and pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees. Silent tears stream from my eyes. I don't even know I'm crying until I feel them on my cheeks. "I'chiliad just… I'chiliad just and so tired of never having the ground nether me. I feel similar we're free falling, and everything effectually us merely keeps moving in a blur, and I don't know how to make it slow downward so nosotros can land on our anxiety."
"I know," she says quietly, "but that's what happens when yous fall in love with a force of nature."
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"I know," she says quietly, "but that's what happens when yous fall in love with a force of nature."
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"I walk out, and all I hear is laughter… loud, carefree laughter. Shaking my caput, I can't help the smile that fights to break free. It's completely ridiculous. It's probably the most absurd few minutes of my life. But the sound of her laughter, of her happiness, does to me something cypher else tin.
It cuts directly through my darkness.
With her, I most feel light."
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It cuts directly through my darkness.
With her, I most feel light."
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"Naz starts to walk out merely pauses in the doorway of the den. "A word of advice?"
"Uh, certain."
"Judge him by his actions and non your suspicions," he says. "Because if the only measure of a homo's worth is what he does to brand coin, a lot of skillful men would be judged unfairly."
"Like you?"
"Not similar me," he says. "Not sure how many times I accept to tell you... I'k not a good man, Karissa, and try every bit I might, I probably never will exist."
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"Uh, certain."
"Judge him by his actions and non your suspicions," he says. "Because if the only measure of a homo's worth is what he does to brand coin, a lot of skillful men would be judged unfairly."
"Like you?"
"Not similar me," he says. "Not sure how many times I accept to tell you... I'k not a good man, Karissa, and try every bit I might, I probably never will exist."
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"It's a song, I realize, after a 2nd, as it continues clarion. Hotline Bling."
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"If you didn't turn on me then, when you lot had plenty of reason to, I trust that you won't do it now, band or no band. I married you, Karissa, because I love y'all. Zip more, nothing less."
As many times equally he's said those words… I love y'all… it still makes my stomach flutter to hear them come up from him."
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As many times equally he's said those words… I love y'all… it still makes my stomach flutter to hear them come up from him."
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"Nothing I can say volition brand her feel better at the moment, so I merely press a kiss to her brow earlier walking out.
Places to go.
People to meet.
Claret to spill.
You know how it is."
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Places to go.
People to meet.
Claret to spill.
You know how it is."
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"I look at him incredulously. "You lot've got a grenade." A grenade. He's carrying a fucking grenade."
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"He shows me that, and I feel it, as he holds me tightly, making dearest to me. I'yard sweaty, and exhausted, by the fourth dimension it's over. My body is spent from orgasms, and my heart feels like it goes to explode. I say nada, though, afraid to speak, afraid to offer him any words. Because if I do, I might spew a fucking rainbow. I might spout out the kind of nonsense found in Napoleon's romance novella.
Naz lies on acme of me for a moment after he finishes before finally pulling out. He stands upward, gathering our clothes, tossing mine to me as I lay on the bed.
"I'thou sure now," I manage to say, as I watch Naz getting dressed.
He turns to me. "Yes?"
I nod every bit I sit down upward, clutching a concord of my necklace. "I've got everything I want."
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Naz lies on acme of me for a moment after he finishes before finally pulling out. He stands upward, gathering our clothes, tossing mine to me as I lay on the bed.
"I'thou sure now," I manage to say, as I watch Naz getting dressed.
He turns to me. "Yes?"
I nod every bit I sit down upward, clutching a concord of my necklace. "I've got everything I want."
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"LORENZO :-)
So I've been told," Lorenzo says. "Word around town is you're a scrap of a dick-tator."
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"Honestly? I don't know. All of this, if you ask me, is total bullshit. You're just whacking yourselves off nether the table, getting off on the theatrics, like we're on fucking Broadway. Dance, little soldier, trip the light fantastic. It's a joke. I'll never understand it. Only Ignazio here requested a meeting, and what kind of friend would I exist if I didn't prove up?"
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"She says you lot're different, yous know," he continues, turning back effectually to go along slicing his tomatoes. "I've been trying to see it… to see what she sees… but you lot don't seem any different to me."
I want to tell him it'due south because he's not looking hard enough, but that's a lie and I know it. The problem is, he's looking harder than Karissa is. She thinks I'm different because she wants me to exist. And I'm trying to be. But I'one thousand even so me.
I tin't be everyone only me.
At some betoken, every office of me became every office of that. The life isn't just something I lived… it was how I survived. It infused itself into every one of my cells, infecting every mitochondrion. It'due south in my blood and my bones, and unless you lot bleed me dry and rip me to pieces, you'll never rid me of all of it.
It'south like expecting a man to survive without a chirapsia centre in his chest.
Expecting him to breathe without lungs.
Expecting him to fight when he has no reason to live.
It'south similar expecting a homo to still be a man afterward taking away everything that makes him who he is.
I can be good to her.
I might even be good for her.
But that doesn't mean I'one thousand proficient."
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I want to tell him it'due south because he's not looking hard enough, but that's a lie and I know it. The problem is, he's looking harder than Karissa is. She thinks I'm different because she wants me to exist. And I'm trying to be. But I'one thousand even so me.
I tin't be everyone only me.
At some betoken, every office of me became every office of that. The life isn't just something I lived… it was how I survived. It infused itself into every one of my cells, infecting every mitochondrion. It'due south in my blood and my bones, and unless you lot bleed me dry and rip me to pieces, you'll never rid me of all of it.
It'south like expecting a man to survive without a chirapsia centre in his chest.
Expecting him to breathe without lungs.
Expecting him to fight when he has no reason to live.
It'south similar expecting a homo to still be a man afterward taking away everything that makes him who he is.
I can be good to her.
I might even be good for her.
But that doesn't mean I'one thousand proficient."
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"Carpe Diem. The words are etched in the metallic pendant. Tomorrow isn't a guarantee. Nothing is promised. Then today? Seize the Mean solar day.
That'southward how Naz lives his life.
That'southward how I desire to alive it with him."
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That'southward how Naz lives his life.
That'southward how I desire to alive it with him."
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"Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to become more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties."
"You lot were seeing things."
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"You lot were seeing things."
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"In the words of Meredith Greyness, you're nighttime and twisty, okay? He's all intense and you're all circuitous and you lot're bluntly weird, okay? You both are. But it's a good weird; you know… it's a mutual weird. Sometimes he scares the hell out of me and sometimes you confuse the hell out of me, and together the two of you just… you brand sense."
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