Finally, Lucille's lips parted, but she didn't speak. Instead, she lifted her trembling hand, and gently placed it on my chest. The warmth of her touch was unmistakable, and in that moment, I could see the decision flickering in her eyes- the barrier between her and me dissolving inch by inch.
"Quinlan…" The beautiful light caramel-haired mother mouthed with a hushed, extremely emotion-charged tone. "I think… That I…"
Before she could continue, I put a finger on her lips. Although I didn't let her finish her statement, I could already tell what she wanted to say. However, I didn't like the way she was about to announce her decision. "Lucille. Make your mind up and steel your resolve. I'm not a wimpy little cuck like your ex. I give my all to my women but I'm a possessive man who won't just simply let them go. Yes, that's right; I'm a complete hypocrite who just said that as long as you want to separate you are free to do so, yet now I'm saying this…"
