Pregnant Mia

Charlotte's Point of View

I couldn't pinpoint how or when it happened, but I felt a soft kiss on my lips, tasting of strawberries. I wanted to push him away, but found myself unable to resist his gentle touch.

Before I could fully comprehend what was occurring, he delicately laid me back on the bed, continuing to kiss me. Slowly, he untied my blouse, and I knew what was about to transpire. I removed his shirt, leaving himself half-naked, he rested upon me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we continued kissing

Suddenly, he stopped and stood up, his emotions on his face.

"Derik, why did you stop?" I asked, unable to conceal my desire for it to stop

"Charlotte," Derik whispered, his voice so gentle. "I stopped because if I continue, I might not be able to control myself. I don't want to rush this. I want it to be right, to be meaningful. What happened between us that night was a bit of a mistake."

I stare at him in shock, unsure of what's going on, Did he