46 - Becca

“Don’t worry about the deal, Becca. I'm sure it was just a way you found for me to find it too challenging and give up. But I'm not going.”

"I would give up if I were you.”

Friederich opened a beautiful smile.

"I'm glad we're different, Miss Smith.”

His hands gently touched my hair, and soon he was so close that his breath mixed with mine. His eyes stuck to mine, his skin touching mine, and soon we were in a kind of bubble. In a world just ours.

"Is this the part where you eat what you wanted before? "I asked in a weak voice.

"Just if you want to," he said, sliding his fingers down the back of my neck. A shiver settled there. "Just if you want to remember.”

"I want to," I said right away.

I really had no shame in my face. Friederich always made me weak. It took away my reason. And I had no way to fight that. He was all I needed. Even if I never admitted it out loud. He always knew my weaknesses. And when that intimate moment reached the apex, there was no man in the world to face the