Something More

He told me to say when, but I can't. Not with Andres. It's so hard to say anything when he's trailing feather soft kisses down my neck, or when his touch sends hot currents of lust rippling across my skin. Then there's the way he smiles and offers soft words of encouragement when I'm creating art, almost like he believes I have talent. He's not like any guy I've ever met. Not like my ex-fiance. Not like my father. He's got me thinking that maybe we can have something more. More than just lust, degradation, and abuse.

Will Christina ever be ready? Will Andrés stay or walk? Will their love endure or is it doomed before they even have a chance?

I love Andrés so much, more than anyone I've ever loved before, yet there are days when I don't know if I want to scream, swear, or fall to pieces. We're trying to plan a future together, but our families won't leave us alone. What's worse is I can see Andrés is not happy.