She thinks Iâve forgotten about it, but I havenât.
And I wonât.
Ever.
Because I know exactly whatâs behind that non-compliment, and it sets my soul on fire.
Itâs like when the stray cat youâve been trying to feed for months thatâs always hissed and run away when you approached finally decides one day it will accept your pathetic offering of kibble and allow you to watch from a safe distance as it dines, glaring at you with unconcealed contempt.
Itâs called progress.
Iâm not stupid. I know it will take a helluva lot more than forced commitment and good sex to break down all her walls.
But itâs a start.
In the meantime, Iâm going to fuck her silly.