I bought a second blanket today. It’s soft and warm. I sat on the floor and just held it for a while, thinking about how cold the basement gets at night, even in summer. The concrete floor is so unforgiving. I keep the main heater vent down there open, but I worry it’s not enough. I don’t want him to be cold. I know how that sounds. I know what I’m doing. My head is such a mess. One minute I’m terrified he’ll hate me forever, the next I’m remembering the exact way his cock felt in my hand last night, heavy and warm and so hard for me, even through the guilt. I wanted to taste him so badly. I almost did. I apologized instead. I always apologize. And then I go back. The blanket is navy blue. I hope it helps.