I couldn't bear his apologies when he had nothing to apologize for. I cut him off by kissing him, gently at first. But as the need rose within me, the kiss gained speed and heat. I needed this, needed him, needed to remember the basic pleasures of being human. Derek hesitated, seemed unsure if this was the right thing.
"Please, Derek."
My soft words broke through his hesitation. He slid into bed next to me and began to kiss me. His hands moved over me, pulling off the t-shirt and panties so he could touch me everywhere. He was trying to be gentle, to be considerate. I didn't want to be tender and considerate. I needed passion. I needed to remember. I needed to forget.
