Orla POV
At least I tried… I sighed in defeat. I tried to protect him from the journey, from the sorrow of my illness, from the potential loss… I tried to stay away… I tried to just remain friends…. And in the end, I lost…
I am the biggest loser there is… a moment I am trying to keep him away, and the next one I am kissing him and yearning for more. In my defense, I was drunk, and willing to go the distance, as long it was with him… to my surprise, the playboy guy I had read about behaved completely differently. He didn't make a move, he said as much as wanting to make love, but never acted on it… Perhaps because I was drunk, or maybe because I was vulnerable… the only thing that remained a certainty was that last night, I felt loved, cared for and protected as I have never felt before
