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?"

desire, was

"Huh?"

responding instinctively, only to meet his teasing,

The nerve!

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

blush through the mirror, "What are you

he said simply, a smile tugging at his

never going

washed my face and made room for him at

headed to the living room for a drink, only

realization

night before, I'd only wanted a solid sleep, forgetting

on

hadn't had a chance to

hope, I glanced towards the couch, praying Zoe hadn't started there

coffee table were immaculate, with the messy blanket completely gone, leaving no

to

when Zoe's

els

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

froze, forcing calmness as I turned around, trying to cover the marks on my neck, only to see Zoe's

to understand

flee from sheer embarrassment, I nodded, trying to sound casual, "Yeah, he's up. Just getting