Make Me Hate You

Everything was sore.

Just one stretch of my body in bed had my hips screaming, my legs aching, my ribs and back and arms protesting the movement.

I didn’t know if it was from the run that I’d pushed myself too hard or from the multiple rounds of Tyler and me exploring each other throughout the night — perhaps a combination of the two.

All I did know was that I was deliciously sore, deliciously sated, and that Tyler was wrapped around me like a giant, warm, protective bear.