—Lena—
This hideaway leaves me questioning everything I believe in, everything I said I wouldn’t fall for again.
I know I said nothing’s off-limits, but I meant sexually. This other attachment which sort of fell into place I didn’t expect that—the hand holding, the tender kissing, stroking of the hair-type gestures, and the constant questions about marriage.It terrifies me.
I was drunk when he put that ring on my finger, and I was happy to play along with the game, but somewhere in the past few hours it’s gone from fantasy to reality.
He asks me if the problem is that I don’t trust him. Do I? Of course, he can have anyone he wants, and anyone who has a p***y wants him. My insecurities are getting the better of me and I don’t like it one bit. I know now what really happened f
