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God, it was flooring how just listening to that deep voice of his could captivate me For just the sound of his voice alone, I could have stayed glued to that spot indefinitely

I shook the thought off, calling myself a fool

"I need a o clean up"

He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head away "My dress, please" My voice wasn’t sharp, in fact, it was gentle, but I saw him flinch out of the corner of my eye

How did he always do that? Make me want to take back whatever I’d said that may have hurt him, even after all this time

Reason number one thousand why I needed to stay away froed himself out of me I clenched at hi it out, into an act of pure torture His girth assured that he hit every nerve ending on his way out

I cursed

He pulled my dress back up onto my arms, then over ently caressing as he eased every inch of it back in place

I didn’t look at hihs, even as he sainst ain

I don’t kno, but Ifor another round, addictive as it o for another loop

I needed just a o be by myself and think The sooner the better

He stepped back and helped o to tuck himself back into his pants, and I fled into the house

The place had a ton of bathroo uest suite and used my private bath to clean up, then combed my hair, and touched up my makeup

I stared atwhat the hell rong with me

Was this some new sickness, or had the old one persisted, in spite of everything?

Or was this the result of ether?

Hoe back to square one six years later, within just a few conversations?