No. She told me she had no experience with men. I didn't believe her. How could I believe her? There is nothing so pure in my world. Purity doesn't exist. Not like this. Not like her. Everything is morally gray and corrupted, including me. And I've just defiled her. I'm...
I'm recording this.
An invisible clamp closes around my windpipe, denial rattling my skull. I forgot about my phone across the room. I lost myself in her and forgot, but I remember with a vengeance now. I remember I'm an immoral bastard and I've just crossed the line into irredeemable.
"Bryant," she whimpers shakily.
And for the moment, I forget about everything but her. Everything but making this right and good for her. "I'm here," I grit out against her lips, because there are no words to describe how tight she is.
