Kiss Away Your Pain

He let out a deep sigh, his hands tightening around her soft hips.

"It's nothing," he muttered, but the look in his eyes betrayed his words.

She paused, her movements freezing as she carefully studied his face.

"You're not being honest," she asserted. "Something is troubling you. Is it about Gilbert?"

His gaze hardened, and he averted his eyes.

"No, it's not about him."

"Then what is it, Jean? Am I meant to be your solace? Should I kiss away your pain?" she whispered softly, her hand reaching out to stroke his hair.

"It's... us," he hesitated.

She blinked, taken aback.

"Us?"

"Yes,"

"I... I want to possess you entirely, Alexa. Not just your body. I yearn to legally claim you through marriage. I desire your heart, your love, and even your soul."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him, rendered speechless.

"But... I'm just..."

"Just a sex worker?" he finished for her, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

"Does that mean you cannot be owned?"

"I... I am not a pet or a slave to be