Page 79 of Unclench Me Softly

what the actualfuck

ME:

they painted my thigh with spiritual affirmations like i was a ritual buffet

CALLIE:

did you like it?

ME:

yes

ME:

yes callie i liked it so much

CALLIE:

babe i don’t know if you’re leading a retreat or hosting the sexiest midsummer cult in north america

ME:

neither do i

ME:

and they want to do it every night

CALLIE:

so basically you’ve been emotionally oiled into submission by your harem?

ME:

i am the sacred sauce now

I toss the phone aside, pull the robe tighter, and whisper into the incense-scented air, “Tomorrow. I regain control.”

The universe giggles in sandalwood.

Bliss-ism #143/f

Stillness is when you realize someone’s about to ruin you in a way you’ll never recover from. And you say thank you.

Chapter Fifteen:

The Darkness Where I Stop Pretending

The dome is dark.

Just candlelight and the leftover scent of intention oil clinging to the air and my skin.

I haven’t moved in over an hour.

Can’t.

My body is heavy with heat. With knowing.

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