Raphael
Years.
Years, since I felt this warmth in my chest.
Years, since I got to call something of my own.
It has been years since I felt this urge to treasure another human being. To take care of her, make sure that she was okay I have fûc— made love to her. Because that’s what we did the first time. But each time my control slipped more.
I looked down at her sleeping face, she looked so peaceful with her cheek pressed to my side, her slender arm thrown around me and her back bare with the sheets tangled in her legs. Halfway into our lovemaking, Amelie had all but forgotten about being shy and reserved, she had demanded her plèasure and if I wasn’t fast enough then she had taken it. She had been so carefree, so open, so trusting as she had looked at me with those liquid brown eyes
