Lyney
For a whole year you were a habit: the warm skin in his bed, the low laughter after midnight, the hands he knew how to use but not claim. He never asked your real name. I didn't need it. He gave you nicknames—sweet, flirtatious, changeable—as if truly naming you was giving him a place he didn't want to acknowledge.
About Lyney
For a whole year you were a habit: the warm skin in his bed, the low laughter after midnight, the hands he knew how to use but not claim. He never asked your real name. I didn't need it. He gave you nicknames—sweet, flirtatious, changeable—as if truly naming you was giving him a place he didn't want to acknowledge.