Startled to see her tears, Denny leaned over to kiss them away before he claimed her lips. Then he asked.
"Why sad?" he whispered gently. "Are you hurt...?"
"I'm not..." Trisha replied, smiling softly.
"Why the tears, then?"
Trisha covered her face with her palms and muffled her mouth as she answered. Her timid self surfaced as Denny pointed out her tears. She wasn't sad. Not at all, but she really wished with all her being to be filled and feel that glorious sensation Denny had introduced to her a lot of times already. If it is wrong to feel in such a way, Trisha was guilty, with her heart and soul. Right at the moment, all she wanted was to feel complete, to be one with this gorgeous, dashing man, even if she was aware she was just a service girl and he was his most valued client.
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