As the door shut behind us, Vic pushed me up against the wall, his hands running up and down my waist, kissing me passionately. His hand wondered down to my crotch area, where he slowly rubbed, when shortly after, he put his hand in my pants. Our breaths were short, loud and hot. As he undid his pants, I undid mine. He roughly pulled my pants down, carrying me towards the kitchen, where he sat me on the counter. He spread my legs and slowly put his tongue in me. He continued for a fe minutes when I suddenly wanted him so bad that I yelled, "fuck me, baby." He set me on the bed, where he shoved his penis in me. He thrusted so hard and fast, I enjoyed every second. Once he started slowing down, he leaned down and kissed me so hard, so passionately. He played with my breast as he did so, then held me hands as they laid above my head. He was done. His moans, they were soft, but rough. He leaned down, with his penis still inside and looked me in the eyes and said, " I love you, Abigail. I love you. " To which I replied, "I love you too, Victor."

After cleaning up, we laid together, naked. We had not said a single word, but it didn't matter. I listened to his heartbeat, memorizing the beats. "Baby," he said with this concerned tone in his voice. Looking up at him, worried, I replied, "yeah?" Looking back at me, he swallowed and said, "I noticed scars in between your legs. Baby, why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want you to be with me because you felt sorry for me, so I kept it to myself. No one knows." With tears in his eyes, he held me close and asked, "why? Why couldn't you tell me? " Fighting back tears, I let out a sigh and confessed, "I wanted to forget. but, the truth is, I will never forget."

I will never forget.