Unlocking My Private Locker: The Feverish Surrender to Moon’s Virgin Heat
Deep in my Private Locker, that mental vault where I bury the filthiest truths, I’m cracking it open. No more holding back. Moon’s fever hit like a gift from hell. Lilian at work, Ambre gone. Just us. Doctor leaves at 9 AM. I check on her every five minutes. She’s burning up, sheets kicked off….