I’m not sorry…

Time seemed to stand still, and the world was well behind us as I leaned in and crushed my lips over hers.

Hesitantly, she kissed me back, slowly at first, gently tugging my lips until I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she gasped, echoing melodious tones of a seemingly long unexpressed desire.

“When was the last time?” I muttered, whispering in her mouth as she clung onto me.

For me it had been too long to remember, it must have been over five years since I last glued my lips to a woman, and never in my dreams, did I imagine it would be to my employee, let alone, a woman I would be paying to be a pretend girlfriend.

Rosé seemed to have been lost in my arms, completely unaware that the question was for her to answer. I pulled away from her and our eyes met.

“This is my chance to stop this madness” I told myself. This was the perfect moment to let go of each other.

I silently prayed that the sexual tension between could dissipate to something lesser.

Yet when she blinked at me, and