Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0468 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 naw. en I 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

Chapter 0468 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 I i I sigh in relief feeling all my worries and doubts wash away. Being in Gabriel's arms. Slee ping and waking up beside him has been a dream come true. It's been everything that I've always drea med of. Like I said, I do love Liam, but bei ng with hi m 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

0468 I new life with

I'm flipped over and

of me and all thoughts leave my brain. Every thing inside me is suddenly consumed by the man on top

morning,” I greet with a smile, liking

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

touch mine with hunger, like I'm

edge of him, even through the layers of clothing. With his hand on my throat, Gabriel turns my head where he wants it, exposing the soft skin of my throat. He breaks away from my lips to trail kisses across my jaw and down my neck, softly scraping his teeth against the skin. I gasp and pull air into my lungs after being kissed senseless. I want him to be just as

off. Soon, he’s on top of me, chest bare, muscles rippling. I lean

my lips. His hands

I could kiss them every minute,” he says, and I

chest rumbling under my cheek. “It'll never be too