Mind, Body, & Soul

Hi. I'm Rivah. But to the internet? I'm soaked. And before you judge me, let me ask you something: when men sleep around, they're called experienced. When women do it, we're called everything but free. So I stopped caring what anyone calls me and started telling the truth. My blog, Body Count, isn't about sex. It's about choosing me. About turning every red flag into a teachable moment and every body into a boundary I built myself. Then Kross showed up. He's... different. Like, green flags in bulk.

I can read a man before he even opens his mouth. I know which ones are starving to be understood, which ones hide their scars in designer suits, and which ones will hand me exactly what I need just for the privilege of feeling seen. I've been running this game long enough to turn conversations into currency and eye contact into opportunities. Every move I make is calculated. When I dance, my movements speak to their thoughts before I ever open my mouth. I tell their secrets with the arch of my back, answer their questions with the roll of my hips while I strip them bare mentally.

I thought walking away from Kendrix would save us both. Instead, it shattered me. After attacking the man who destroyed my mother's life, I disappeared to protect the only family I had left. But even as I tried to rebuild myself from the wreckage, his love lingered like a ghost, pulling me back toward the one man I swore I could never have again. But no matter how far I ran, he saw me everywhere. As our secrets unravel and our scars resurface, we're forced to face the truth: love can't erase trauma, but can it survive it?