He said he wanted to protect me. Those words might not mean much to him, but I was affected as I felt a surge in my affection for him.
I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Apparently, I wasn’t. He was willing to help me in his own stead. Although his decision was the result of fear of impending death, it made me happy.
“Is it okay if I undo your bra?” He questioned me as he lifted my t-shirt.
While holding his face firmly with my hands, I told him, “Do whatever you want, but do not forget to remind me that you love me.”
Soon, the clasps of my bra were undone and then it was removed. As he began leaving wet kisses on my neck, I felt strange feelings build up inside my brain.
The fear that had persisted for such a long time seemed to deplete as every moist kiss on my skin
