Krista Ritchie Quote

I’m dirty, I refute, hot tears brimming. You don’t want me. His face twists in pain. I don’t think that. Neither should you. His lips graze my neck and then find my ear. Lil, I want you to ask me. I need you to. He presses his forehead to my temple, gently edging me closer to the mattress, his hands tight on my hips. I continue to struggle for breath. I know what he wants now. He wants this to be real. So do I. Help me, I say, breathlessly.