So Wrong. Part 8

“What?”

I wanted to ask, “How long, Patrick? How long have you wanted me like this? Was this why you were always a prick? Why you humiliated all my boyfriends? Why you made me uncomfortable on purpose so perhaps I’d stay away? Or because you couldn’t deal with what you felt? And why are we doing this now? Where can this possibly go? Won’t this be a huge mistake? What will I do the next time I see Chloe and face the devastation in her eyes and think about how I’ve felt you inside me? But most importantly, Patrick, how long?”

Instead I forced my face to spread into a grin and said, “Just wondering when you were going to stick it in.”

He analyzed me like he always did. He knew I was lying; he wasn’t a fabulous attorney for nothing. I suppose like me, however, he decided whatever it was he didn’t want to know. So he pretended, too, and smiled as he bent his head down to finally give me a fragile but impassioned kiss.

Pulling his full, wet lips away, his eyes focu