I desired him in both passion and hatred at this moment. As his hands would come to a rest upon my hips and he enclosed me in his arms in a way I once prayed for, I would not allow this ambition for gratification to cloud my judgment once more. Instead, as he would try to use his powers of seduction to make me forget the details I now knew to be facts, I would present my hand to his chest to keep him at bay. But even this innocuous touch that would not hold an effect if I were to do it to any other man or future lover, as I knew it would always be different with him, the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath my palm was something aroused me to no end as I knew in this moment he had belonged to me.
“You can’t be here…” I spoke, the collection of fear of what would become of him
