The Night Before Dawn

Vincent

No doubt, she is breathtakingly beautiful. Many men would worship the ground she walked on just to behold her alluring slender curves and firm breasts. I know I’d felt the same way when we were dating. Maybe, I would have felt something if not for the state I was in. But at that moment, I was empty of sexual desires.

She reached for my right hand, took it, and placed it on her firm boobs, putting pressure on my hand so that my hand could in turn feel its denseness. I stared from it to her face, and at the tears in her eyes. This woman loved me, there was no doubt. I wished I could give in to her need to make her feel loved like she’d always wanted, but to me, it only felt like taking advantage of her vulnerability and making her more miserable. I couldn’t do that to her.

I slowly bent over and picked her robe, then covered her with it.

She stared pleadingly into my eyes, pushing against my chest as if it was dead and she was trying to resuscitate it.

I raised my hand and h