Chapter 6: First Thing, Late

I closed the bathroom door and sat down again because my body was still running yesterday’s errands.

The phone sat on the vanity where I had left it. I had not opened the picture.

First thing. Last thing. The rule I had let him plant in the two quietest minutes of the day. The morning had stolen those minutes and spent them on coffee, a kiss, and a confession I could not take back.

I opened it.

There I was. Kneeling in his shower and looking up. Mouth open. His cum on my tongue for him to inspect before he let me swallow, and I had said thank you afterward for reasons I still could not defend in daylight.

I looked at it and wondered, not as a joke, what being with Tyler and only Tyler would actually look like. Would he expect me to begin and end every day like that? On my knees. Mouth full. A ritual instead of a life. If he did, would I do it because I wanted to, or because he had turned me into a person who wanted to? Those were supposed to be different questions. Lately they kept arriving in the same body.