Chapter 42

• Or, it wasn’t that I didn’t want him to stop, per se, but I didn’t want him to feel guilty. I didn’t want him to regret this, to regret kissing me, touching me. I saw him before, saw the look in his eyes, heard the disappointment in his voice. When we slept together, somewhat on accident after he took pictures of me, he seemed distraught. Unsure what to do, not sure why he’d done it, and I didn’t want him to feel that way again.
• So, if this was what I needed to do, if this was how I could keep Lucas from feeling guilty, I would do it. His fingers squeezed slightly, twisting my nipple further, but I remained steadfast on the floor. My knees quivered and I imagined something else entirely. Lucas’s mouth around my breast, tongue caressing my nipple, soft, luxurious.
• Everything stopped and I realized his hand wasn’t on my breast anymore. I looked up at him, smiling. He smiled back.