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?"

chuckle, full of unspoken desire, was his

"Huh?"

quite caught on, responding instinctively, only to meet

The nerve!

way to the bathroom to freshen up, leaving him lounging at the doorway in

tried to hide my blush

said simply, a

was never going

as I washed my face and made room for

applying my skincare, I headed to the living room for

sudden realization struck

night before, I'd only wanted a solid sleep, forgetting that Zoe was coming

mess on

had a chance to

glanced towards the couch,

immaculate, with the messy

turned, intending to

Zoe's

els

"Jane, slept well? Breakfast is ready.

to cover the marks on my neck, only

Zoe to understand

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