Viola

Daniel seized his kisses, his grip on my breast loosening. The warmth of his breath coated the skin of my neck, and I felt the rapid beating of his heart against my chest. He removed his thigh from between my legs, bringing my feet back to the ground. And I whimpered, knowing that it was over. The moment. It shattered along with the desire that almost consumed us a second ago.  

    He didn’t look up, one hand still gripping my wrists above my head. “Why now?” 

    Of all the questions he had, that was the one he demanded an answer for. Why now? Why did I decide to return...