Clarissa:
I was in the living room with the kids. My mind was far and I was ignoring the bickering from Ethan and Elsa.
My thoughts were dominated by Lorenzo. Ever since he left, I couldn't stop thinking about him, thinking about how he cornered me in the room, thinking about how he warmed my lips with his.
A voice suddenly jabbed at me in my head.
“Why are you thinking about him? He probably just used you to get a little relief. Erica hasn't allowed him to touch her ever since they got engaged. He just wanted to let off steam with you."
The gnawing reality dampened my feelings for him. Maybe I was being stupid. It prob wasn't worth it.
But still, I had never felt anyone touch me like that. I felt wanted and needed. I felt this connection to him and his...
"Miss Clarissa!–"
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