He stopped me. “I’ve missed you, Blanche. Don’t say no. Think about it first. I love you, and I could be a father to your son,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath on my neck gave me the chills.
Still breathless from his touch, I placed my hands on his chest. “You don’t know who I am anymore. You don’t know…” I stopped myself from telling him everything.
“Let’s sleep on it. Tomorrow will be clearer,” he said.
* * *
In the glow of the flickering candles, Simon cradled me in his arms and kissed me. The familiarity of his lips and touch were intoxicating. Making love to him had been too easy. Who have I become?
In his arms, I began to rationalize the situation. I was young still. I could have love again, couldn’t I? Cedric did need a father, and he already had a fondness for him. I ha
