a beautiful thing

"Look, babe." Newt didn't know how to explain it to Anita best. At least they'd gotten in a really sweet fuck back at their place in the wee hours of the morning. She'd been a real sour puss, but naturally that changed once he got her undressed and in bed with him. He traced her shoulder with his finger then and rested close to her. "I might not be right in the head. Honestly, I don't know where I go when Emo Newt comes out. I don't want him inside me. I don't. He's evil."

She just stared at him so intense.

"You're not making this shit up, now are you?" She was bold to ask.

"No, honestly, its not like that. I can't control him." His frown was small. He didn't like sharing himself like this. "You gotta know, I want only you."

She nodded. They kissed softly then which turned quite passionate and they fucked again as if they'd just gotten started. It felt like a deep sleep that only turned into bliss. He felt so connected to her. He didn't dare want to fall asleep. He was so afraid he might wake up as someone else. And this was who he wanted to be with Anita. The one that was true to her.