Mia had reluctantly accepted my apology. I would have said and done anything for her to forgive me. I could tell that she was still hurt, though. I had forgotten how beautiful Mia is. Whenever I’m away for a few days and return home, I always discover her beauty all over again. She had on a thin T-shirt and bikini panties when I walked through the door. Her body is so perfect. I could see the outline of her breasts and the T-shirt stopped just barely below her butt. When Mia allowed me to kiss her, it felt like heaven to hold her again. I wanted more, but I knew not to push my luck. I could feel her trembling as I held her in my arms. It was then that I realized Mia was afraid of me. I didn’t know how that made me feel. Mia still hasn’t given me any yet, and I’m about to go out of my mind. She lets me sleep with her and hold her, but nothing else. This shit is messed up. I feel like a little boy on punishment. And I swear she wears stuff to bed made to torture me. Last night she had on this number that showed me what I have been missing.
