Sugar Baby Lips Now

He became obsessed. When she laughed, he watched her lips curl. When she was sad, he watched them press into a thin, brave line. When she slept in his bed, he would stay awake just to watch them part, slightly, as she breathed. He demanded nothing from them except their existence. He didn’t even ask for kisses—not at first. He was a man who had bought everything, but he wanted her to give him this one thing freely.

“Then stop,” he said quietly. “Stop being a collection. Be… whatever you are.” sugar baby lips

“The ‘Water Lilies’ are overrated,” he said, not looking at her. “But this one… this one understands longing.” He became obsessed

She didn’t call for three weeks. He almost admired that. But then her mother’s care facility raised the rates again, and her laptop finally died, and she found herself crying in the laundry room of her shared apartment. She called. When she slept in his bed, he would

When she pulled back, her lips were smeared with his blood and her own gloss. They were swollen, redder than ever, and curved in a smile that was not innocent.