The effort drew a soft grunt from him, a sound that was more air than voice, but it was enough to fuel her determination. With each shuffling step toward the bathroom, she felt the subtle shift of his reliance, a transfer of trust that was fragile but present. The hesitancy in her approach was palpable; the air between them charged with her unspoken plea for connection. Her heart pounded against her ribs, each beat a drumroll to the decisive action she was about to take. The house, once vibrant and welcoming, now seemed to sag under the weight of neglect, the lawn overgrown and wild like untamed thoughts. “Stay put,” Cheyenne instructed, her playfulness peeking through despite the gravity of the situation. no, not left, she was taken away from him. When she collapsed back onto the seat, she reached into her dress and pulled out her right tit, bending her head, licking her nipple. One, they repeated several times that last year. And Larry, he too seemed to be subtly shifting. The thrill of her transgression was momentary, replaced by the steadfast determination to find Larry and offer whatever help she could.
