My eyes widened at the realization that this could be harder on him than it is for me now.
“I-I’m sorry!”
I was about to move my body away, but suddenly, I looked at his lips and felt the overall warmth I had in his presence.
I suddenly thought about all of the things I needed to choose, not because I really want it, but because my parents wanted me to go that path.
My course, my perspectives, and even my marriage…
They are the ones who decided on all of it. Is it time now for me to make the choice instead?
“I don’t want to get off you,” I muttered, my breath fanning onto his neck. “I just want to stay here.”
My voice was low but firm. I don’t know where I’m getting the confidence.
The typical me would be so embarrassed that I’m in this position, but right now? I feel more confid
