100 Words on Love, by Gena Raymond
I finally told him. I knew he wouldn’t think any less of me, but I didn’t want him to want me any less either.
I knew he would still love me, but I still wanted his lust, too. I didn’t want him to see through me and just see me as a victim.
I told him my fears, and he said he needed time. That night he held me. But nothing more.
The next evening, he strolled in and turned off the TV. He moved toward me with that look in his eyes.
I knew we would be okay.
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