NICK
She’s so small in my arms. Her dainty little limbs holding me so tight. Her hair smells of apples, nestled under my chin as she snuggles under the bedcovers.
Her breathing is so even. A sweet calmness I’ve not seen in her before.
I guess three orgasms do that to a girl.
The beauty of this… this tenderness I feel with her beside me, goes someway to disarming the uneasy feeling in my stomach.
I’ve crossed a line. A big line. A line that makes me feel like a depraved excuse for a man.
And yet little Laine rests so peacefully, presses her body to mine with a devotion I’ve missed for so long.
She moves, and her hair tickles my chin. I feel her eyes on me in the darkness.
“You should be asleep,” I tell her.
She sighs, and her little fingers stroke my arm. “Was I ok?”
I hold her ti
