And whose side are you on?
The least I can do for her at this time is to make her feel special, because I well know that what just happened is something unexpected and probably irrational, but it was so natural for us both that I couldn’t resist.
God, what a mess, if only she knew.
I run a hot bath for her and having it with her could be an added extra for me to feel less guilty. I look at her, lying in bed, still relaxed from the beneficial effects of the o****m.
“Are we gonna have a bath?” I touch her cheek to feel its velvet in my hands again. She turns around and, as she’s staring at my lips, returns to claim she owns them in such a sweet way that such delicacy makes me melt away.
“I’ve just been so fortunate I’ve met you,” she whispers into my lips. For me, it’s like receivin
