Brody was setting my body on fire in all of the right ways. The brush of his fingertips, the warm wetness of his tongue, and the heat of his breath. The combination is sending my nerves into overload.
He was holding back. I felt it.
Brody was always holding back, and I didn’t want him to. I want him to take me in ways that even I couldn’t imagine. I want to be inside his world. Wrapped in his arms. New memories of happiness and bliss to cloud the negative.
The way he looked at me with strain in his eyes had my heart clenching painfully. I loved Brody. I’ve loved him for longer than I’ve admitted it to myself. Afraid that if I allowed those feelings to come forward, that he too, would suffer the same fate as those before him.
But his unwavering love has forced me to realize that
