Sarah
Fear dissolved into oblivion the moment his lips met mine, drowned in the familiar scent of Philip that enveloped me. As he reluctantly withdrew, his gaze lingered on my lips, his thumb delicately tracing their contours.
Then, I shivered as his hand found its place on my buttocks, tenderly caressing, igniting a sensation that defied description.
"Philip," I exclaimed, my eyebrow twitching with frustration. "That's my ass!"
"I know," he replied, unmoving.
"Move!"
Instead of conceding, Philip leaned his head on my shoulder, his arms enveloping me. Confusion and shock swirled within me as he unexpectedly became clingy, his hold tightening, his sadness palpable.
"I just wanted to be close to you," he murmured. "Reflecting on our time together, I can see the mistakes I've
