62. Alice

ALICE

M y world tips.

Stars are still bursting behind my eyes, and I hear something scrape across the table, then I’m on it.

My back connects with the solid wood of the breakfast table, and my legs hitch up, my heels digging into Michael’s back.

I think I might be chanting something.

Maybe his name.

Maybe a prayer.

My body is still thrumming.

And then Michael starts to fuck me.