“That's not it, it's. . .” Pausing, I dragged my hand through my beard and shook my head. “I just can't.” Snapping my back straight, I stormed off to my room.
I turned my back on my angel, leaving her to sit and wonder why I couldn't keep going. But she wouldn't understand, she couldn't understand.
How could she ever grasp the reality of what my body had decided it wanted?
EvenIhadn't fully realized what I was doing, not until I was about to be buried inside her and my mind started to wander.
I had broken the promise I made to not touch her.
And if it went further, I knew. . .
I would never let her go.