At his mercy

Somewhere deep inside, he was holding his breath. It wasn’t a literal holding of his breath, but more of his brain waiting to hear what she had to say. He knew what he wanted her to say and was sure after their warm welcome it was the most obvious thing to say, but he didn’t know for sure.

She was looking at him, but not talking.

“What is it sweetheart?” he asked, gently swiping her mussed hair from her face.

She looked hot and sexy and better than any magazine centerfold he had ever seen. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips red and swollen from the intense kissing and her hair looked as if she had been standing inside a tornado. She took sexy seductress to an entirely new level.

“I’m sorry I left without saying a word. I should have told you,” she started, and he felt his heart sink.

It wasn’t what he thought it would be and definitely not what he wanted to hear.

“It’s okay, I understand you were doing what you thought you had to. I need you to know I am here for you. Please don’t run