Lost Me Gained Regret

The words were too blunt, too direct.

Even through the haze of alcohol, I couldn't help but blush furiously, burying my face in his shoulder and muttering, "I'll listen to you."

"Listen to me?" Gregory's question, whispered against my earlobe in a husky voice, sent shivers down my spine. "Then I want both." Before I could process his words, I found myself pinned beneath him on the couch.

The room's atmosphere thickened, breaths coming short and fast as his tender kisses began their descent.

Soon, my voice melted into a whisper, "Gregory..."

When he looked up, his eyes were laden with desire, leaving no room for retreat. He whispered my name like a prayer, "Jane... Jane..."

A moment of pain brought a brief clarity, swiftly drowned by an overwhelming wave of pleasure.

In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, the closest two people could be.

He carried me into the bathroom, my thoughts scattering. Even there, I found no strength to resist, leaning helplessly against the wall, "I can't, Gregory... I'm too tired..." "Alright, let's move to the bed."

Whoever said men lose their edge after thirty was clearly lying.

The next morning, my body ached deliciously, but the man beside me seemed as fresh as if he'd just woken from a restful sleep.

He wrapped his arms around me, seemingly ready for another round.

I jumped out of bed, quickly forgetting my embarrassment, and glared at him, asking, "What do you want?"

full of unspoken desire, was

"Huh?"

responding instinctively, only

The nerve!

the bathroom to freshen up, leaving him lounging at the doorway in just his boxers, a

my blush

he said simply, a smile tugging at

was never going

glared at him fiercely, my frustration peaking as I washed my face and made room for him at

living room for a drink, only to hear noises

realization struck

sleep,

on the

had a

the couch, praying Zoe

table were immaculate, with the messy

intending to

Zoe's cheerful

els

out, "Jane, slept well? Breakfast is ready. I

around, trying to cover the marks on my neck, only to

Zoe to understand without

the urge to flee from sheer embarrassment, I nodded, trying to