‘Then get on my lap’……
Those words, what they did to Catherine, how they affected her, how they edged her, how they messed her head up, one could only dream to understand. Sitting there beside him in her little beige nightdress, she knew that she was about to cross a bridge she could never again cross back from, she was about to leave her all time comfort zone, she was about to delve into something new and dark, yes it was dark, but ultimately; it was alluring, it drew her in like, she lusted after it like…..poison.
Slowly, very slowly, she got on her feet before she let herself settle on his lap like he had instructed, all the while her heart pounded heavily and her breaths trembled. Nathaniel breathed in the soft sent of white roses she carried with her, and the irony of it made him sm
