Thirty three

She doesn’t want to feel anything when she’s with him. But she can’t help it. She can’t lie to herself.

“I’m sorry… for hurting you,” he says. His eyes holding remorse and conscience. “I never wanted you to feel bad or less of yourself, Aurora. I am so in love with you that it hurts every damn second not having you to myself already. I wake up every day, pacifying my heart to have more patience until you’re ready to be with me.”

She loves how her name comes out of his mouth. His voice was deep and rich. It was domineering in a good way and hot in a sensual way. She feels warm between her thighs when he calls her name or tells her how hurt he feels that he doesn’t have her to his possession.

She inhales and breathes out through her mouth. “Look…” she began and placed her hand on his chest—it made him to fall in love with her all over again. “I honestly don’t know why you still love me after the shitty way I treated you.” She recalled the night she slapped him for questioning her whe