BRIANA THOMPSON
I wake up feeling my body light, feather-light, but unlike what happened last time, now I know exactly where I am.
I'm at my godparents' mansion, specifically lying in the bed of their son, my husband.
Still with my eyes closed, memories of everything that happened last night flood my mind, the conversation Denner and I had, our revelations of falling in love with each other, and then the unparalleled pleasure he brought me.
It's as if he's become a completely different man from a few weeks ago.
But, as nothing is exactly as we want, unpleasant memories of the old Denner also resurface, making me curl up in bed.
Should I just forget and leave everything in the past?
Should I leave behind the way he treated me at the beginning?
Should I forgive my husband for calling
