*Eden*
I do not expect him to take his time, but when it comes to him, I have quickly learned that he is a constant surprise. He makes me feel lovely, desired. I see in his eyes that even something as simple as letting my hair down pleases him.
Now he moves it so it all drapes over one shoulder. Then he begins to work on my gown. I feel the first button set free, then the second. I try to remember how many buttons there are, how long it might take before the gown is removed completely. Before I finish the thought, he is easing it off my shoulders.
He touches his mouth to my neck, and it is as though he’s poured hot wax into my veins. Warmth swirls through me.
I know I am wrong to be here, to take matters this far, but Elisabeth’s death has taught me that one never knows when everythin
