Sinclair
After Ella shared her story with me, we spent a long time just kissing and cuddling, talking through our feelings and reaffirming our love. Still, Ella wasn’t entirely soothed. I could tell she was still beating herself up about her panic attack, no matter how many times I promised her it was all right.
“I just want to be able to give you what you need.” Ella moans after a while, sounding as miserable as ever.
“I don’t need to tie you up, baby.” I promise, wondering if I’ll ever be able to convince her that she’s enough for me – exactly as she is. “There are plenty of other things we can do.”
“But the idea of being tied up with you doesn’t frighten me.” Ella confesses, surprising me. “I think it was just the way you asked. Because it wasn’t about you and me, it was about wh
