Lucas
I hold Moira in my arms longer than I should, watching her sleep, her long eyelashes fluttering as her swollen pink lips mumble incoherent approvals—yes, Sir...please—and morph into a smile before going slack, her warm, soft curves curled next to my bare chest.
This wasn't my plan, not when I returned to Lace and Leather or ever. It's too early to think about a future with this amazing woman in my grasp, and yet that's what I'm doing. I'm not thinking about it. I'm doing anything to talk myself out of it.
I don't know her.
This goes beyond her.
It's me.
I don't deserve happiness two times in my life.
There are too many people who never find it.
Why should I find it again?
Does she want a relationship or was she just looking to fulfill a fantasy?
Did I fulfill it?
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