CHAPTER 34

Their lips met again, but this time, the kiss was bolder, filled with a hunger that hadn’t existed before. Patricia felt it in every fiber of her being—this was more than just a kiss. It was a release, a culmination of all the unspoken desires and long-buried emotions. She refused to let Alvin dominate her, not this time. Her own need matched his, driven by the realization that for too long, she had been starved of this kind of connection. It wasn’t just because she was a widow, aching for intimacy. No, this was deeper. It was as if she had been living in a desert, deprived of water, and Alvin was the first drop of rain in years.

Her marriage had left her unsatisfied, unfulfilled—emotionally, physically, in every way. As she told Alvin earlier, it had never truly worked, leaving her parched, yearning for something more. But here, now, with Alvin, the man who had first stirred real passion in her, she felt that fire returning. It was undeniable, and there was no reason to fight it. Af