Jesus Christ what had I done? I slowly started to move, I couldn’t look him in the eye, not just yet. What was I saying? … I couldn’t look at him at all. The guilt weighed so heavy. But I could feel him, boy could I feel him, the hardness of his body slightly pressed into mine, protecting me. His muscular arms wrapped around me. Me, pathetically clinging on to his bi-ceps, with both of my hands. My aching swollen nipples were still hanging out of my bra. I felt so exposed, but still so turned on. Oh my God! Oh my God! He wasn’t moving at all, his body still felt weighty on mine. Every breath I took I could smell his cologne, the same smell that had haunted my dreams for so long, but with it a rather heady male muskiness that was pure Alex. That was the thought that made me move. Physically I pushed his body away from me, and he rolled over and away onto the other side of the settee.
