Ugh... my head. My back.
I brushed my hair out of my face. The horn was gone. That should've meant something. It didn't feel like it did.
"Lucas?" I called out.
No answer.
Good. Probably better that way.
Three days. That's what I keep telling myself. Three days of Lucas and me doing... something I don't have a clean word for anymore. Every time I try to label it, my brain just skips ahead like it's embarrassed for me.
It wasn't just sex. It was like my thoughts stopped bothering to argue with my body. Like they gave up halfway through and left me alone with it.
I pushed myself up.
Immediately regretted it.
Pain flared through my spine and legs and I collapsed right back down.
"Fuck," I hissed into the floor.
My body shouldn't feel this familiar.
That thought hit too quietly.
That was the problem.
I lay there for a second, staring at nothing.
Since when does this feel... normal?
