“You would let me call you by your first name? Why? I am your maid.” Our lips were still only a hair’s breadth apart, as I stood with my arms round his neck. His arms encircled my waist, holding me close to his body.
“Because for the first time in a long time, I do not feel like I have to take control. I just want to feel. Feel the touch of someone I care about and who cares for me in return. I want to spend time with someone because I choose to, as opposed to a ‘need’ to control someone, just to purge my insecurities and frustration.” He looked away from me slightly as if he were slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable at being so raw and honest with me. “I am not sure if any of that makes sense to you Celeste, I do not mean to sound complicated.”
I ran my hand down the side of h
