LINDEN

“This is a terrible idea, Gabriel.” Her voice was low and shook a bit.

I kept my arms around her petite waist and began kissing the part of her neck where she was most sensitive. “Why? Because we’re too good to be true to one another?”

She should not be second-guessing herself. She knew my intention that this was not just a one-time thing. What we felt was real, more than just itch or lust, or sex. It was undeniably real. Sometimes it frightened me.

“I don’t know why I feel like this. Why am I still trusting you after what happened in Italy? I should be running away...