When I had woken up , the events of my weakness that led me to this bed last night had come rushing back to me . Their torment had assaulted me long enough until I felt like I wanted to scream from the irrational thoughts and countless 'what's ifs' and regrets . I came crawling to Marco in the heat of desire that was clearly uncontrollable enough for me to even come to him . I fully expected him to put his hands on me and ease my ache with himself but he never did . If anything , it only made me respect him more . He could have had his way with me , taken advantage of my vulnerability and thought nothing of it but he didn't do that .
However , the reason behind his restraint pained to think of it . It would have been easier if he truly hated me because I would have been able to live with
