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,

"Huh?"

instinctively, only to meet his teasing, playful

The nerve!

freshen up, leaving him lounging

to hide my blush through the mirror, "What

said simply, a smile tugging at his

never going

washed my face and made room for

my skincare, I headed to the living room

realization struck

I'd only wanted a solid sleep, forgetting that Zoe was coming over to cook

mess on the

a chance to

towards the couch,

and coffee table were immaculate, with the messy blanket completely gone,

to

Zoe's

els

well? Breakfast is ready. I

I turned around, trying to cover the marks on my neck,

to understand without

flee from sheer embarrassment, I nodded, trying to sound casual, "Yeah,