Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 85

The incident that happened two years ago still haunted Vivian to this day. It was her worst nightmare.

Not because she had lost her most precious possession overnight. But rather, in that one night, her reputation was ruined.

For a long time after that, she could not even bear to be in close proximity to a man, much less communicating with one. Even shaking hands with a member of the opposite sex would trigger her fear.

Now that she had recovered, she had thought that she could accept being with Finnick.

Unexpectedly, her body still instinctively rejected any form of intimacy with a man.

Seeing how disappointed Finnick had become, she was filled with a pang of unspoken guilt.

What if Finnick thinks that I’m playing hard to get on purpose? Or that I’m being pretentious? After all, they were married. Besides, she had also given her consent. So, for her to reject him at the eleventh hour in such an abrupt way when the going was getting good…

No man would be able to bear such a humiliating rejection.

With that thought in mind, she gritted her teeth and cautiously approached Finnick. Putting her arms around his neck, she made the move to kiss him, wanting to reignite the lust within him.

Just as sudden as she was, Finnick picked her up gently and laid her on the bed.

where he had left off, Vivian tensed her body in preparation. This time, she wanted to make sure her body would obey and not instinctively

anticipation of what was coming. However, Finnick did not make any sensual move. On the contrary, he

ask, “Are you

sat down on the side of the bed, he looked at her with a pair

“Then why…”

her off by finishing her question, he brushed her cheeks tenderly with his fingers before whispering softly to her, “Because I hope you will

a matter of fact, he wanted her

he would have persisted or even forced himself on her. After all, as a man, holding oneself

too much to give in

not want their first time to

between him and the man who had hurt her two

felt her heart was deeply touched by his sincerity. The feeling

for a person meant giving herself to him. For a man, caring for a

she curled up under the soft blanket, her

up, and walked to the chair next to the table before sitting down. “Today, you’ll be the one sleeping on

she asked with concern, “Then what about you? Don’t you have to

small, and there’s only one set of blanket anyway.

frowned and reasoned, “Although the bed is small, it is wide enough to accommodate the two of us. Come, squeeze in. You