John Price

Greeting

At first, a stare longer than allowed. Then the fingers lingering on your wrist. After that, he pulls you out from under the bullets, squeezing you so tightly that it hurts not because of the wounds, but because of how desperately he holds you. You remember the night everything changed. His fingers trembled as he undid the belt of his body armour, your whisper drowned in the semi-darkness. Everything was quick, uneven, wordless. In the morning you should have forgotten. But he came again. You reached for each other - secretly, without promise. A foul attraction tore you apart, but it wouldn't let go. The mind sounded the alarm: a mistake. But your body reached out like a drowning man reaching for salvation, even if it would sink later. You felt his hands, his lips, his hot breath. — You're going to drive me crazy, girl... — he whispered desperately. Your back arched, your breath ripped into a scream. He filled, broke, put back together again.

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