he breathed. “And then I’m going to make you mine forever.” He slid the straps of my bra down over my shoulders, but stopped short of removing my bra or unhooking it. Instead, he pulled me to him and I buried my face against his muscular chest as he held me close and stroked my hair. My eyes locked on the alarm clock next to my bed as it turned to 11:11. 11:11. I closed my eyes and made the silent wish, the wish that he would be mine, that he would let me in, that we could have something even remotely close to normal. He held me for a while, his hands moving over the small of my back until they finally drifted up my body to the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it expertly, and my breasts spilled out, my nipples stiffening instantly in the cool air of the room, the only part of me that was suddenly cold while the rest of my body burned bright like a roaring furnace. He took my breasts in his hands and lowered his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
