sceptical

Gregory's POV

Her body movement shows how unsure she is of me and this entire situation. New light has made me see that she most probably is not part of what happened. My heart tells me she's not. But my treacherous mind says otherwise. It is a fight for logic of the heart.

Even with the impending circumstances I am drawn to her, my wife, the mother of my first child. Her delicate features prove how incapable she is of hurting me. Even without remembering the night we met and how she got in my bed it is easy for even a daft person to perceive how she found herself on my bed.

If we were being honest, which I will not reveal to her, not yet anyway, her lying with me must be all my doing. The moment it dawned on me that she couldn't be the one, I've been acting all weird. Lying on her bed, looking into her soft hazel eyes, forcing her to ride with me. Creating all means to be close to her. Now I have successfully forced her to have dinner with me. If Isaiah could see me right now he wo