Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 468

Just like the past few mornings, I wake up with Gabriel’s hand on my breast. I don’t know what it is about him, but for some weird reason this always happens.

We would be travelling back home today and I’m not sure on how to feel about that. Yesterday I crossed a line when I allowed him to go down on me. I feel there is no going backwards now.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved every minute of what we did. I loved every second of spending time with him these past few days… but there is just this fear that nothing is real. That I’ll soon wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream.

There is a part of me that wants this so badly that I ache. And there is the other part that is skeptical about whatever is happening between us.

As if sensing my thoughts, Gabriel's hand around my breast drops and wraps around my waist. He pulls me close to him, that I feel his need and want on my skin. It’s like he’s trying to dispel the doubts that had started infiltrating my thoughts.

I sigh in relief feeling all my worries and doubts wash away. Being in Gabriel’s arms. Sleeping and waking up beside him has been a dream come true. It’s been everything that I’ve always dreamed of. Like I said, I do love Liam, but being with him has never felt like this. It has never come close to being this way with Gabriel.

There is a part of me that is still fighting him. Still holding on to the past… But slowly by slowly, I feel myself starting to let go. Slowly by slowly I’m starting to embrace this new life with him.

“Hmm,”

That’s the only I get before I’m flipped over and my back hits the mattress. Gabriel climbs on top of me and all thoughts leave my brain. Every thing inside me is suddenly consumed by the man on top of me.

“Good morning,” I greet with a smile, liking his weight on me.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

I focus on those words, said in a husky voice. His eyes smolder with intensity and need, as my gaze falls to his lips. We reach for each other at the same time. My arms wind around his neck. One of his hands fists my hair and the other wraps around my throat so his thumb fits under my chin and tips my head back. His grip is firm and my knees grow weak. His lips touch mine with hunger, like I’m a meal and he's starving.