Garden of Sins

“As long as you regret it and don’t do it again. I have heard that one can forgive anything as long as the regret comes from the heart,” I murmur next to your mouth.

“Who said that?” you answer hoarsely and your second hand moves to my thigh.

“It will turn you off now, but it was my grandmother,” I whisper seductively, which makes you laugh. I love it when you laugh.

“Nothing can turn me off when you sit on me, princess,” you murmur and I kiss you with a smile on my lips.

I love that. I love your rough hands. I love your lips. I love your voice and how you say princess. I love this fucked-up room that you fill with warmth. I love waking up next to you.

And I hate knowing that this is only a vacation, a little vacation on the outskirts of Chicago that will soon be over. We’ll be over soon too, but at least you’ve filled my world and the darkness I’m in now with hot sunshine for a while, Carter Whatever-your-last-name is.