Is he ever going to make love to me?
This beautiful man, Borje, who took me in his arms and kissed me like no man has kissed me before. The Prince of some dream or fairy-tale.
He strolls beside me, casual, elegant. So handsome. And he smiles.
smilesHe smiles for me.
me.When he looks at me, his face lightens, his lips curve and the smile softens his eyes.
But still, he barely touches me.
Why?
Does he really want me?
Or not?
That kiss, that one, precious kiss, convinced me. Left me spinning, breathless and with no doubts.
And yet, since then, there has been no more than a touch of his fingers on mine, or a light brush of his lips over my cheek.
*****
“Borje, am I doing something wrong?”
His forehead furrows. “I don’t think so. Why would you ask?”
“I thought perhaps I had offend
