outside my
comprehension, I could not.
A
searing desire pulsed through me as Michael’s greedy mouth made its way to my swollen
breasts. He nipped at the hard peaks that had formed through the thin fabric of
the dress. His hands slid up my thighs slowly lifting the dress. I groaned as my
body pleaded yes, but my brain screamed no. My hoarse plea fell somewhere in between.
“Stop, Michael. Please. We need to stop.”
He
released me immediately. I nearly fell as I scrambled off his lap. Guilt
consumed me as my thoughts returned to Kadyn. I stood shaken and confused by
the way Michael was making me feel. How could I possibly want him after
everything he had done? In the library, I had thought it best not to resist him,
but now that I was faced with the reality of that decision… it was so much
easier said than done. I couldn’t turn my feelings for Kadyn off like some damn
flashlight.
“ Mon
coeur ?” Michael asked. He looked hesitant to move.
“I’m
sorry, Michael. I… I… I just need time. Please, just give me some time.” I choked
back a sob as I ran from the garden. I stumbled back to our room and threw
myself across the bed as tears streamed down my face.
I
was devastated. I couldn’t believe Michael could still make me want him. When
he kissed me, everyone I loved, everything I respected in myself, and everything
I believed faded to gray. I was in love with Kadyn. Being with another man was
wrong. My heart ached as I began to sob.
“ But
you can’t have Kadyn… ” a small voice whispered from inside my mind.
“ I
don’t love Michael…” I silently insisted.
“ Sacrifice
everything, ” the small voice replied.
“ Everything, ”
I numbly repeated.
“ Sacrifice
everything, ” we whispered as one.
*
* * * * *
Michael
gave me time to battle my emotions. He didn’t return to our room until shortly
before dinner. He sat beside me on the bed, then gently brushed the hair from
my face. “ Je suis désolé. I am sorry. It would
appear that I have frightened you again. It’s just… I… I want you so much, it
makes me lose my mind. You do want me, mon amour ? I can feel that you
want me.”
I
slowly removed Michael’s hand from my hair. “Yes, Michael. I do want you, but I
don’t want to want you.”
Confusion
flitted across Michael’s face before he abruptly changed the topic. “I would
like to give you a tour of the house before dinner if you are feeling up to
it.”
I
scooted up in bed. Touring the house sounded like a much smarter course of
action than sitting in bed with Michael. “That sounds nice. Do you mind if I wash
up before we go?” My lips tasted salty, and my cheeks felt sticky from all the
tears.
Michael’s
eyes were sad as he trailed his finger down my cheek. He stood and helped me
from the bed. “Take whatever time you need,” he murmured softly. He kissed me
on top of the head.
I
walked into the bathroom, took one look in the mirror, and rolled my eyes. I
looked like I had been crying for a week. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and
ran a comb through my hair. Vanity got the best of me, so I dabbed some
concealer under my eyes and swiped some mascara on before returning to the
bedroom.
Michael
was standing at the windows overlooking the garden. His tailored dress shirt accentuated
his broad back and lean waist. His hands were shoved causally in the pockets of
his gray slacks. Michael turned as I entered the room. “ Tu es tellement belle ,”
he said, catching his breath.
I
gave him a confused look, not understanding the words.
“You
are so beautiful,” he explained.
Not
beautiful… broken , I thought. “Thank you,” I responded
softly. I wondered how he could find me beautiful when my eyes were so puffy
and red.
Michael
reached for both of my hands. He held my gaze as he brought them to his lips.
“I will do my best to be patient, mon coeur , but you should know that I
am not a very patient man.”
I
looked down at the floor. I didn’t know
comprehension, I could not.
A
searing desire pulsed through me as Michael’s greedy mouth made its way to my swollen
breasts. He nipped at the hard peaks that had formed through the thin fabric of
the dress. His hands slid up my thighs slowly lifting the dress. I groaned as my
body pleaded yes, but my brain screamed no. My hoarse plea fell somewhere in between.
“Stop, Michael. Please. We need to stop.”
He
released me immediately. I nearly fell as I scrambled off his lap. Guilt
consumed me as my thoughts returned to Kadyn. I stood shaken and confused by
the way Michael was making me feel. How could I possibly want him after
everything he had done? In the library, I had thought it best not to resist him,
but now that I was faced with the reality of that decision… it was so much
easier said than done. I couldn’t turn my feelings for Kadyn off like some damn
flashlight.
“ Mon
coeur ?” Michael asked. He looked hesitant to move.
“I’m
sorry, Michael. I… I… I just need time. Please, just give me some time.” I choked
back a sob as I ran from the garden. I stumbled back to our room and threw
myself across the bed as tears streamed down my face.
I
was devastated. I couldn’t believe Michael could still make me want him. When
he kissed me, everyone I loved, everything I respected in myself, and everything
I believed faded to gray. I was in love with Kadyn. Being with another man was
wrong. My heart ached as I began to sob.
“ But
you can’t have Kadyn… ” a small voice whispered from inside my mind.
“ I
don’t love Michael…” I silently insisted.
“ Sacrifice
everything, ” the small voice replied.
“ Everything, ”
I numbly repeated.
“ Sacrifice
everything, ” we whispered as one.
*
* * * * *
Michael
gave me time to battle my emotions. He didn’t return to our room until shortly
before dinner. He sat beside me on the bed, then gently brushed the hair from
my face. “ Je suis désolé. I am sorry. It would
appear that I have frightened you again. It’s just… I… I want you so much, it
makes me lose my mind. You do want me, mon amour ? I can feel that you
want me.”
I
slowly removed Michael’s hand from my hair. “Yes, Michael. I do want you, but I
don’t want to want you.”
Confusion
flitted across Michael’s face before he abruptly changed the topic. “I would
like to give you a tour of the house before dinner if you are feeling up to
it.”
I
scooted up in bed. Touring the house sounded like a much smarter course of
action than sitting in bed with Michael. “That sounds nice. Do you mind if I wash
up before we go?” My lips tasted salty, and my cheeks felt sticky from all the
tears.
Michael’s
eyes were sad as he trailed his finger down my cheek. He stood and helped me
from the bed. “Take whatever time you need,” he murmured softly. He kissed me
on top of the head.
I
walked into the bathroom, took one look in the mirror, and rolled my eyes. I
looked like I had been crying for a week. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and
ran a comb through my hair. Vanity got the best of me, so I dabbed some
concealer under my eyes and swiped some mascara on before returning to the
bedroom.
Michael
was standing at the windows overlooking the garden. His tailored dress shirt accentuated
his broad back and lean waist. His hands were shoved causally in the pockets of
his gray slacks. Michael turned as I entered the room. “ Tu es tellement belle ,”
he said, catching his breath.
I
gave him a confused look, not understanding the words.
“You
are so beautiful,” he explained.
Not
beautiful… broken , I thought. “Thank you,” I responded
softly. I wondered how he could find me beautiful when my eyes were so puffy
and red.
Michael
reached for both of my hands. He held my gaze as he brought them to his lips.
“I will do my best to be patient, mon coeur , but you should know that I
am not a very patient man.”
I
looked down at the floor. I didn’t know
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