Chapter 78
- MONIQUE
- He made love to me after dinner.
- I let him, even though my mind was elsewhere. I told myself this was necessary—another part of the game I had to play. Yet, as his hands moved over me, with a tenderness that made my skin tingle, I couldn't help but feel how fragile this moment was. Every kiss he pressed against my neck, every whisper of "I love you" as he entered me, it was all too real. Too convincing.