Lily
“Can I touch your be…” Stefanos voice was so uncertain it didn’t even sound like him. Was he really asking permission to touch my stomach? When had he ever asked permission to touch me? Maybe in the beginning when we were first trying the whole physical thing. But he soon forgot about that.
I had as well.
I had liked him touching me. Was guessing I still would. If we ever got to that again. At the moment I was unsure as to what I should do.
He was divorced.
But now I wasn’t free.
I didn’t want to hurt James, but could I marry him knowing the man I really wanted was right here waiting for me.
“You don’t usually ask if you can touch me Stefano.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them and his eyes narrowed. I could almost see the thoughts running through his mind.
