I look up at him again, anxious. Did he just ask to be intimate with me?
“I won’t do it without your consent,” he says. He caresses my face and I close my eyes at the gentle way his finger brushes on my skin. “You want me too, right?”
“I do!” I say, and making love with him has always been great, but somehow, I feel like requesting it now is off. “But right now is…”
“Is what?” he asks. He takes a deep breath and takes his hand off me.
Suddenly apprehensive, I catch his hand. “Okay! Let’s do it. Just promise me you will allow me to be part of your life.”
He smiles. He touches my cheeks again and whispers, “Don’t worry, you will always be.”
I brighten up, and he pulls me towards his bed. I glance at the door. He might have noticed it because he says, “It’s locked, don’t worry.”
“Remo
