I shouldn't be worried about him. I shouldn't care.
He saw me as someone to spend relaxing, uncompromised time with. That's what I was to him.
And I made it all so easy for him, offering no resistance, moaning as quickly as I melted against him, letting him take me to new heights. I was still so in love with him, who was I kidding? When he kissed me and caressed my body, I felt the same as two years ago. I had no doubt.
Yes, telling him would make everything much more difficult.
When I finished showering, I found Frank sitting on the balcony. Wearing khaki shorts, a coral shirt, and sunglasses, he looked content as he looked out at the sea. I would give anything to know what he was thinking, but everything made me believe that he was also thinking about the night we had. He was probabl
