“I’m sorry,” I said.
“For what?” she asked.
“I don’t want to pressure you,” I said.
She looked into my eyes and said, “I enjoyed it. I haven’t been kissed in a long time.”
I leaned in and kissed her again. This time she kissed back. I felt her letting herself go. I felt her hands and her body giving in to me, so I stopped. I pulled back.
“Ann, we can’t do this. I don’t want you to think I’m just after one thing,” I said, trying to sound like I gave a damn.
I saw the tears swell in her eyes. Her heart was full. She had finally met someone that wanted her and not just her body…she thought. She began to tell me about her ex.
“Terry was my old boyfriend. He kept pressuring me to have s*x,” she said with a quivering voice.
I listened attentively. She told me how he belittled her and how
