“Would you like to keep some of these out?” Cheyenne asked gently, her hands pausing over Erin’s belongings. She paced the length of the porch, the rough planks creaking beneath her weight. XXX The house may still hold the echoes of Erin, but now it also holds the promise of healing, and together, they’re writing the first lines of a new chapter. He took a deep breath, tasting the newness of the idea. The clutter dissipated, revealing the bones of the house that once thrummed with life and laughter. She tied him to the bed, lying on his back, his feet were tied to his hands, ass in the air.
