Soft and warm

She smiled with half of her mouth up at me. "Thank you," she mouthed. "And you know what the best part is?" I asked.

"Tell me."

"You're here with me. Right here, where I can do this." I dipped my hand up under her shirt and cupped a breast, so soft, filling my hand with its gentle weight. I smiled at her. The kind of smile I can feel on my face, and pretty much only give to her and a very short list of others.

"I am," she said. "And I'm glad I'm here with you, Ethan. You're the first person to make me... forget." Her voice grew softer but, strangely, more clear. "I don't know why it works with you, but it does. I couldn't do intimacy for a long time. And then it was still... difficult... those times I tried-"

"It doesn't matter anymore, baby," I interrupted. I hated to even imagine Brynne with someone else; another man seeing her naked, touching her, making her come. The images drove me mad with jealousy, but what she'd just told me also made me so damn happy at the same time. I was t