She pressed her cheek to my chest and let out a contented sigh. She encircled me and pressed close, as if she simply couldn't bear to be apart from me.
I was familiar with that sensation. I snuggled up to her, breathing in her sweet, floral scent.
As her leg curved over my hip, my cock throbbed. With clenched teeth, I resisted the urge to get closer to her.
"I have to go," I could feel the pain in my throat with each syllable.
There was a pall over her usually bright blue eyes as bewilderment and a little hurt clouded her vision.
“Oh. Are we going to hang out sometime soon? " Some of her shyness returned, softening her tone to little more than a whisper.
“Of course,” I heard myself say before I could stop the promise from leaving my lips. When she looked at me like that—needy and achingly vulnerable—I couldn’t refuse her. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her.
And truthfully, I didn’t want to bear the pain of leaving her.