His hand reaches out to cup my cheek and stroke down the side of my face."I can't believe you're really here. It feels like I'm dreaming."His face darkens quickly, “Babe, are you sure you want to do this?" My smile falters. Maybe he doesn't really want this and he's trying to get me to change my mind so it lets him off the hook. All of a sudden I feel embarrassed. Usually I couldn't care less about having sex with a guy and it not turning into anything else. It was what I always looked for. But now, here, after what happened earlier in my office, I feel stupid for wanting it so badly. My feet take a step back, I have to get out of here. "What are you doing?" He asks quickly. "Babe, talk to me." I shake my head, desperately willing the anger and humiliation to subside. "If you didn't really want to do this then you should have just told me. It wouldn't have bothered me." I straighten, trying to hide my fear and unease. My body turns to leave but he grabs my hand and stops me. "Wouldn't it?
