When Love Breaks by Jack

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.

out of bed, quickly forgetting my embarrassment, and

of unspoken desire, was

“Huh?”

hadn’t quite caught on, responding instinctively, only to meet

The nerve!

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

my blush through the mirror,

simply, a smile tugging

never going to

as I washed my

headed to the living room for a drink, only to hear noises

sudden realization struck

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

mess on the

hadn’t had a

I glanced towards the couch, praying Zoe

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

intending to retreat to

when Zoe’s cheerful

els

Breakfast is ready. I just

marks on my neck, only to see Zoe’s smile deepen, “And Greg? He’s up,

Zoe to