The way Natalie whispered his name felt like a feather brushing across Justin's heart, stirring something deep within him. If only it wasn't just the drug-induced need that made her call out to him—if it were out of love. How perfect would that have been?
Her grip on his hand tightened, her desperate voice trembling. "...Please…" she begged again.
Justin's resolve cracked. He could no longer see her in pain. Justin hovered over her, pinning her soft body under his in that soft mattress, enveloping her aching body into a comforting warmth.
He brushed stray strands of damp hair from her sweaty cheek, his fingertips featherlight. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and steady, though his heart pounded in his chest.
"Please… just help me," she whispered, her voice husky and wanton. It lured him in like a siren's song, tempting him to fall willingly into her embrace.
