What seems wrong
isn’t always wrong
I close the door behind us as I see her close her eyes and lean against the wall.
“Breathe,” I whisper and an involuntary smile is drawn on her face. This naturalness is so beautiful.
“God! What are we doing?” she asks incredulous and embarrassed, even though I can read the desire in her eyes to go farther.
I’m thinking the same myself, but having seen her too often get sick, I can’t not give her at least as much pleasure as I can.
I stroke her gently, because I never thought I’d get this far. I want her and I know I’ll fall apart when we’re done. Perhaps my life will never be like it was before and my image will be ruined for good.
I’ve already had to push so many false and opportunistic people away that I’m almost left on my own, but seeing
