Their mother chuckles. “Thank you again,” she says to me. With a nod and a final smile, I leave them to enjoy the rest of the party and head back to the kitchen. But as I walk away, I can’t deny the tears that have gathered in my eyes. I almost forgot how much I love children, and it fills m
Abby The night air is cool against my flushed cheeks as I sprint down the dimly lit street. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my feet carry me forward with a sense of urgency I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. It feels as if time itself is slipping away, and I need to catch it before i
Abby It’s well past two in the morning by the time I unlock the front door to my apartment. My feet are so sore that all I can think about is collapsing onto the couch, but I also smell like a kitchen and there’s a solid layer of sweat coating my entire body, so the shower comes first. I qui
And then, in one swift motion, I pull the belt loose and shrug the robe off of my shoulders. Karl’s eyes wander my naked body, a hungry look in his gaze that I haven’t seen in its full intensity in years. Without hesitation, he steps forward and touches my skin, my breasts, my hips. His touch se
Abby I wake up in the soft morning light, nestled in the warmth of Karl’s strong arms. It’s a comforting feeling, one that makes me want to nuzzle closer to him, seeking his closeness. But as the haze of sleep begins to lift, reality comes crashing down on me like a wave. I still remember wh
Our bodies are sandwiched together, and before I can stop him, he’s grabbing my wrist and pinning it to the wall, his other hand pulling my robe open and reaching down toward my panties. His fingers graze me there, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “You don’t need to pretend anymore,” he says
Abby After we shake on our new agreement, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off of my chest, and I can finally breathe a little easier; all thanks to a promise to keep things casual and take it slow for now. I look at Karl and smile, gr
Abby I’m in the middle of dressing in a rush to go and meet Mr. Thompson and the health inspector at the restaurant. My hands are trembling as I try to button up my shirt, and I’m cursing under my breath when I hear the shower turn off in the other room. A few moments later, Karl steps out i