“Forgiving yourself isn’t the same as forgetting, Ella. I know you won’t forget, but carrying this guilt is only going to haunt you and that isn’t good for anyone. Let me help you, baby.” He offers, and for once there is no dark promise or desire in his voice, only honest inquiry. “How?” I inquire, still feeling lost.
“You asked me to hold you accountable, I can still do that – as long as you remember that it’s your will and not mine.” Sinclair replies.
I nod, powerfully craving the release of my self-imposed shackles.
“Alright then, trouble – what’s it to be? The stocks? The dungeons?” He teases, stroking my side. “Name your penance.”
I think about it for a moment, trying to decide how to make this up to him. My mind returns to my ideas for a romantic night in – the plans that went
