A Patient Man

Zara

"Exactly, arghhhh Zara. What the hell am I even doing?"

The thought arrived late, my hands had already moved and the damage was already in progress. My palm was flat against his chest now, fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt, and I could feel the warmth coming through it like the shirt was barely there.

He leaned in further and that was what did it. That small movement, like