80. He Can't be Cheated

*ESME*

My heart pounded when I saw him shirtless in front of me. A little nervous about being able to accept him back like before, for the last time, oh no, I don't know... I don't want him to get hurt, let alone die, and be replaced by someone who might be good for me, not necessarily for Luke. The light in his blue eyes made the heat in my body increase.

"Is Luke asleep?" I said, anxious; I wanted to avoid him, but his hand grabbed mine.

"He's asleep. Are you ready, darling?" I inhaled and exhaled repeatedly. How many times have I pushed my hair back, and finally, my head bowed, and he pulled my chin up?

"What's wrong with you, you look like the old Esme, hesitant but willing," he said while mocking me, smiling sweetly and looking very handsome and charming. He's the Tharique I love; he's—

He slowly touched my face, cupped my face, and then I kissed his hand. "I'm afraid to start, afraid to be disappointed again, afraid—"

He holds my lips with his finger so I don't