I sat on the bed, staring at the creases. The image of Doyle writhing beneath me had blinded me of all my senses, forcing me to cast aside my decorum as I merely wanted to mould him to my preference.
"Rayson... stop..." Doyle said as his cheeks flushed and his eyes watered.
The look on his face was enough to rile me up... To think I nearly...
I clamped my mouth with my hand as I felt a surge of euphoria rise within me. I didn't feel bad about the fact that I nearly r*ped him. Fear was another way to keep him by my side.
I knew with Lenford's presence how things would get complicated. However, I didn't want to risk losing my excuse to remain beside him.
I.... I've ruined it all. My feelings... He knows of it because I... told him. There is no.... no going back now.
The tears I had suppressed finally slipped down my cheeks. I knew what confessing would do. Yet I couldn't help it. I knew Lenford was different. Doyle is... was... no... always had been... looking... waiting for him.
