Chapter Thirty Four
I wasn’t proud of what I did. When we both reached our climax, I must admit that it did feel amazing, but I wasn’t proud of it. This was something I wasn’t going to tell Isabelle until she’s on her death bed. I had to do what I had to do to make this convincing, and she wouldn’t believe me if I had just told her. I had to show her, prove to her that I want her and only her. “You know you’ve gotten better since the last time we’ve done this,” she told me. I had her laying in my arms and I played with her hair. Exhaustion came over me and I sighed. “I think that you’ve gotten better as well. You seem like you really enjoyed yourself.” “You don’t think I enjoyed myself? I enjoy every minute I get to spend with you.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t implying that you didn’t have a good time.
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