|Innnaya|
Do I get a moment to admire the man sitting opposite me on the same bed?
How did I get so lucky? The more he spoke, the more privileged it made me feel. Listening to him, I couldn't help but think about my fear. Was there any need to feel afraid before this man? If he could hold such deeper understanding, would he ever hurt me?
No.
"I would not force you into doing something which you don't want. That's why we're taking things slow. Until today, I did not feel my desires clouding my mind. Watching you only in that towel," he paused a bit before continuing again, "I lost control. I'm sorry if it frightened you. But know that I won't hurt you in the slightest. I won't lie; I want to make love to you. I want to know you inside and out."
How could he maintain a serious face with all that talking? My face must have turned red by only hearing him say all kinds of things. Did he want to make love to me? Ah! Where do I hide my face?
