-Vaughn Blackmore:
I woke up slowly, like my body didn't fully want to accept that it was morning yet.
For a few seconds, I didn't move at all.
I just lay there staring at the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, mind completely blank in that strange way where you're conscious but not fully present. The light coming through the room was soft and pale, diffused like it had been filtered through something thin before reaching the walls. It made everything feel quieter than it should've been.
Too calm.
Too normal.
Then reality caught up.
Not gently.
All at once.
Yesterday hit my mind like something being thrown directly into my chest—sharp, unfiltered, impossible to ignore. My breathing stalled slightly as the memories came back in fragments that immediately tried to assemble themselves into something coherent.
The heat.
Ryland.
The bed.
My stomach tightened.
His dick in my mouth.
