S U I T S (#2)

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39// dark

Grayson didn't come home
till very late
and when he did
I made sure I wasn't sleep
I had missed him

The room was almost pitch black
his mammoth form dwarfing
the door frame
as he stood silhouetted
by the lack of lights

His mouth was on mine
in an instant
my hands wreathing off the shirt, jacket and pants
his fingers deftly unclasping the lingerie

On top of the covers
I grinned
not knowing where this new burst of lust had come from

My hands dragged down his sides
and then they stopped

The scar—
the shattered scar that should have been up his side
was gone