When dawn broke in, I was wide-awake and contemplating if I should enjoy a last taste of the woman who was lying right next to me, naked. We were leaving right after breakfast and I there wasn’t much time to consider it.
Finally, I decided to hold off.
Sex was something I could get anywhere, but I shouldn’t take advantage of her when she was thinking of going back to her ex-boyfriend.
Rolling to my side, I reached out to gently trace the curve of her breast, her bottom lip and her arm. Stella looked so peaceful and simply breathtaking. Her gentle beauty evoked something in me.
Stella, my ephemeral wife.
We consummated the marriage after three years. In the eyes of the law, she was mine.
I had to mentally put the brakes on where this train of thought was heading. Going there wasn’t a feasible idea.
I had to stay in this secured circle because once I ventured out of it, she could potentially get hurt.
No, Stella deserved a good man, a great man.
I surely wasn’t one.