New Year’s Resolution: Part VI
“Go away,” Zoe mumbled into her pillow as the bastard that she never should have married ran his fingers over her side, tickling her and once again stopping her from going back to sleep.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” Trevor asked, sounding like he was pouting as he continued to tickle her ribs.
“No!” she shouted with a sob as she rolled over onto her side and curled into a ball.
“But, baby, I wuv you so much!” the sick bastard said in a syrupy sweet voice as he curled his large, and most importantly, warm body around… Read More