~ George ~

She’s coming undone. And if she’s going to fall apart tonight, it’s going to be in my hands.

I see it in the way her spine softens against the chair and the flush rising high on her cheeks. I’ve seen Tess blush before, like when she spilled wine on her dress at my birthday dinner or when I caught her singing along to some filthy song in the car, but this isn’t that. This is heat.

And it’s happening fast.

Her husband’s been gone two years and I brought her here thinking she’d ease into it slowly, that I’d have to guide her past every moral bump...