#riverastrid1

Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, long, calloused fingers ran their way through his shaggy locks. He peered over to Astrid, who was stirring herself, and gnawed at the inside of his cheek. After another moment of calculated thoughts, he finally began to speak. “You know....” He began, clearing his throat. “I’ve noticed... that every time we have sex, you seem to really enjoy it. No matter what I do.” A soft, almost awkward chuckle rolled off his lips, “I don’t know. I just feel like, sometimes... you’re faking it.”