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Daniela
When I wake up in Armand’s arms, I know that I’m in trouble. I’m warm and safe, filled with deep comfort, my head pillowed against his shoulder as he breathes softly. In the pre-dawn dimness I can see his n***d skin gleaming, his curls damp and wild.
His face is so peaceful. I gaze up at him … and I feel it again. That same nagging pang of longing and regret that I have to keep shoving aside when I’m with him.
He doesn’t love me. The most he can be to me is a friend with benefits. He’s told me about his wife’s death. How recently it was, how hard he has been affected by it.
He’s been completely honest with me. He’s amazing in bed, and he’s kind. That’s all I can expect.
I can’t afford to fall in love with him. Things are lovely as they are. Expecting more is expecting too
