As our mouths dance in sync, a voice in my head screams for me to stop it, but another voice urges me to enjoy it while it lasts.
I know I’ve wanted his lips on mine for so long after our first encounter. I wonder how I’ve survived being in this same house with this sinfully handsome man without misbehaving.
With a satisfying smile, I draw his head closer, deepening the kiss. He smiles in between the kisses, and at one point, the kiss becomes intoxicating.
He exerts dominance, and I allow him to take over as he roams my mouth with his lips, kissing me with so much strength.
In the intensity of the moment, I feel like I’m losing myself to him. The kiss is passionate and all-consuming, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
I know I should stop, but I can’t help myself. I’m trapped in the desire between us.
I love every bit of it as sparks are ignited, flying around everywhere his hand touches.
This is an experience, one I didn’t want to go away in haste. We draw apart for some time, trying to gather some air. My heart is panting in my ribcage like it’s going to burst in a minute.
I look into his blue eyes, and I can tell they’re a darker blue because they’re clouded with lust.
“Come here,” he says. With my wobbly legs that feel weak from the kiss, I make my way to him and almost fall, but he catches me.
His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
He brings me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest. His heart is beating fast, too – I can tell at this minute that the feeling is mutual.
He releases me from his embrace, but holds on to me, gripping my shoulders while his eyes are on me.
He asks the same question he has been asking before: “Are you okay?” I try to move away from him, but he holds on tight like he doesn’t want me to go. I relax again in his touch.
“What’s wrong?” he asks again, this time tilting my face up to try to read my expression. “Logan, seriously, I’m fine,” I reply. “I just have some cramps, and I think I’m better now.”
He looks at me skeptical but doesn’t say anything. I can tell he’s concerned, and I appreciate his care. But I don’t want to admit the truth – that I’m falling for him, and it’s terrifying me.
Don’t you think you should see a doctor? How often does this happen? Don’t tell me you’ve been skipping meals. He asks all three questions at once, his concern evident behind his facade.
I smile, knowing that he truly cares. “Logan, I’m fine,” I say, trying to reassure him. I attempt to get up and make my way to the bathroom, but I wince when I put weight on my leg. I had forgotten about my sprained ankle.
“Careful, babe,” he says, his use of the endearment making me giggle. But another thought quickly comes to mind – does he use this term with every lady in his life? I feel a pang of jealousy but I push it aside for now.
I limp to the toilet and ease myself, then wash my hands. As I look in the mirror, I notice that I’m flushed. I turn on the faucet, scoop up some water, and wash my face, trying to compose myself. As I dry my face with a towel, I wonder if Logan’s concern for me is genuine, or if it’s just part of his charming facade.
“Are you okay in there?” he asks, knocking on the door at the same time.
“Yes, I’m coming,” I reply, turning off the faucet and limping to my room. He’s standing by the door, and as soon as he sees me, he comes closer to help me.
“Thank you,” I mutter, walking with his assistance to my bed.
“Let me get you some pain relief to help soothe your pain,” he says, “while I call the doctor first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, thank you,” I say, staring at him as he stands up from my bed and heads out of my room.
I pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming or not, but it’s reality. However, my heart sinks again when I think about Logan’s personality – with him, one can never be too sure.
I try to shake off the feeling as I see him walk back into my room. “Here,” he says, handing me the medication. I take it from his hand, along with the water, and gulp it down.
“Thank you for your care,” I told him sincerely. “I appreciate it.”
He nods and smiles, and for a moment, I see a glimpse of kindness in his eyes. “You are my wife, Nadine, and the least I could do is take care of you,” he says, cupping my cheek in his hand.
I let out a yawn, feeling tired from the day’s stress and perhaps the medication starting to take effect. I lie down on my bed, and he tucks me in. I smile because this whole feeling with Logan is new to me.
He gives me a lingering kiss on my forehead, and my heart flutters at his show of love. Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I’m sure I’m blushing profusely from the proximity.
I feel warmth and comfort that I’ve never felt before. It’s as if Logan’s kindness and care have awakened a deep longing within me, and I’m not sure if I’m ready to face it., I hope that it’s not just a fleeting dream.
“Sleep well, babe,” he says, standing up and preparing to leave the room. But I’m not ready to let him go just yet. I don’t think I’ve gotten enough of his intoxicating scent, and I want more of him around me. Even if it’s just for today, I want to bask in the joy that it brings.
I hold on to his hand, and sparks and tinglings course through me. I can sense him stiffening from the impact, but then a smile spreads across his face.
“Stay,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth. And to my surprise, he instantly jumps back into bed, his eyes shining with happiness. I laugh out loud, delighted by his playful side. It’s as if he was waiting for me to say those words, and was reluctant to leave in the first place.
He holds me close to himself, his nose nudging my neck as he sniffs me. I shudder under his touch, my body responding to his proximity. He places a gentle hand on my stomach, and I feel a flutter in my chest.
“You refuse to tell me what’s wrong with you,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
I giggle like a schoolgirl, feeling a little self-conscious. “I have told you before, Logan, that I just have some cramps, okay?”
“I heard you, babe,” he replies, his voice low and husky. “But what if you’re pregnant?”