102. Still Love Me?

Emma

I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night, engulfed by his warmth.

I feel his steady breath against my neck as I snuggle closer to him, appreciating the way his arms feel wrapped around me. It is as if I am cocooned in a bubble of safety.

I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing under my touch. It is a comforting rhythm.

Why am I like this?

Everything was perfect last night, he did everything right. He didn't push me into anything and showered me with warmth. And yet, I had my stupid panic attack and messed everything up.

I touch his lips softly, careful not to wake him up.

I can't believe I let my past get the best of me. I ruined the moment even though I wanted him to make love to me.

I have to make things right, I think to myself, then climb on top of him to kiss him all over his body.

And now he is awake, staring at me with those blue eyes, making me feel even more guilty about rejecting him last night.

"Emma. You don't ha