Who’s slut are you?

I love our secrets and the moments that I felt like he was inside my brain.  Those moments when I felt the most terrified, when I wondered if he could love me, they are my favorite now. The moments when I felt so ashamed I couldn’t look in his eyes, I thought he would laugh in my face or blush at least.  He just asked, “Who’s slut are you?” and I knew that he still wanted me.

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