Fragment 4
They said to observe and wait for further instruction.
I know I shouldn’t have approached her at the carnival, but she wanted me to, I know she did.
It was so worth it. To hold her in my arms. To have the subtle scent of bergamot tickle my nose.
It was everything I’ve been wanting to do for weeks now.
I didn’t mean to scare her. She just wasn’t ready to love me yet. It’s okay, I can be patient. Plus, I made it up to her with her gift. All of those gorgeous photos celebrating her body. Her curves. Her toned muscles. Her desperate expressions.
Of all the photos I took, there was only one I didn’t give her.
I couldn’t, it was too perfect. The moment of release.
All of the pent-up tension leaving her body in a glorious flash of euphoria.
The way she arches her back as she cries out.
I trace the outline of her figure. One day, it’ll be my name on her lips. One day. Soon.