Gio
I took her home. Back to the flea riddled place she shared with her friend. And it had taken everything I had, because moving my fingers from between her legs was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. It was everything I had been dreaming of. Her utter surrender. And she had been enjoying it. She hadn’t clamped her legs closed because she wanted my hand away, but because she wanted it close. Her feelings scared her, that much was obvious. She had feared the mounting pleasure and what it would mean.
I had stopped. And one look at her face told me that I had done the right thing. Her face was screwed up, her eyes pinched shut. She wasn’t with me. She was back in the past. I never wanted her to look at me and see him. Not ever. I would let her go before that happened.
So, I took her
