I regret every word I spat out a few seconds ago. Oh, Jesus! I hate that part when words tumble out of our mouths before we realize their intensity and the power they hold. Likewise, right now, the things I said, the words that tumbled out, have the power to destroy my shame. Ugh! What would Christian think of me? A girl who was so desperate that it itched her when her husband dozed off, probably due to jet lag. Oops, foot-in-mouth alert! That's so embarrassing.
"So..." Christian, his eyes holding a hint of darkness, started to approach me. "You're upset because I dozed off in the middle of our ‘unfinished business’, huh?" Just a couple of steps away, he began to unbutton his shirt, a slow and teasing motion that caught me off guard, making my breath hitch.
I swallowed a lump of desire
