Just as he was about to make that happen, she pulled back. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing ragged. He reached up and brushed the hair away from her face, resting his hand at the base of her neck. “Why did you stop?”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Why not, Rebecca? You want this. I know you do.”
“It’s wrong. I can’t . . . ”
She attempted to get off him, but he held her tight. “Why is it wrong? We’re both adults. There’s nothing that says we can’t.”
Her eyes closed, and for a second, he thought she was going to cry before she regained her composure. “There’s no future in this. Why pursue something that has no hope of ever lasting?”
He smiled. “Fun. Enjoyment. Mutual gratification. I can go on.”
She shook her head again and slid off him. This time he didn’t stop her even thou
