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rhap·so·dy
n. pl. rhap·so·dies
- Exalted or excessively enthusiastic expression of feeling in speech or writing.
- A literary work written in an impassioned or exalted style.
- A state of elated bliss; ecstasy.
- Music. A usually instrumental composition of irregular form that often incorporates improvisation.
- An ancient Greek epic poem or a portion of one suitable for uninterrupted recitation.
Lips on skin. Tripping, dragging. Tongue hot and wet. Tracing, tasting. Time stopped in these moments, trapped somewhere on the other side of the door. He could feel its weight pressing in against the walls, its eyes peering through the crack under the door. The curtains were always pulled closed. Time could wait. This, hands pressed against his skin, senseless words whispered against his ear, this was all that mattered.
'Keep telling yourself that.' His mind whispers, voice a traitorous mockery.
Beneath him she shudders, moans his name. "James." And he can't help but moan back, a wordless noise of need and desperation. That's all it is, need and desperation, it's not like it means anything. It can't mean anything, because they both love someone else, really, though he doesn't understand how they call it love.
She comes and it's not his name she whispers, but it sends him over anyways and he doesn't want to look on that too closely. She whispers his name instead, and it might as well be a curse on them both.
“Greg.”
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