Love's Redemption



It felt like every cell in my body had been activated, and a deep, indescribable longing started to grow within me.

It made me feel ashamed if I wasn't a good woman.

When I was with Chris, I never had this kind of impulse or desire.

Even when we had stripped down, all I felt was nervousness and nothing like the intense need I was feeling now.

It seemed that being with Brandon had made me wild and even a little wicked.

I eagerly sought out Brandon's lips, but he pulled away. I hooked my arm around his neck and called his name in a breathless whisper, "Brandon..." My voice sounded almost like I was crying.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and it shocked me.

But I couldn't control myself. The urge inside me was so strong that I didn't want to hold back, and maybe, deep down, I didn't want to.

With Brandon, I could always let out my most primal instincts.

"Brandon..." I called out to him again as my lips found their way across his face in desperate kisses.

His other hand gripped the back of my neck. His voice was low and hoarse. He was breathing heavily. "Mae, wait. Let's go home." But I didn't want to wait.

The desire and pleasure I felt were fleeting, and if we waited, they would disappear.

Yet, I knew we were outside, in a parking lot. If someone passed by, they would see us.

Logic finally won over impulse. I let out all the pent-up desire on Brandon's ear and neck, biting down hard before I stopped moving.

He didn't move either but tightened his grip around my waist until it felt like we were about to melt into each other.

We stood for a long time before he loosened his hold on me, opened the car door, and helped me inside.

By then, my impulse had faded, leaving only a weak, shaky feeling and the embarrassment of not being able to meet Brandon's eyes.

I guessed that was why people preferred to turn off the lights during intimate moments. It was because the darkness could hide the awkwardness.

I curled up in the seat, closed my eyes, and started the car. But before I could drive off, Brandon leaned over and kissed my forehead. "That was my fault."

I tensed up and was unsure of what he meant, until he added, "I shouldn't have teased you."

Was he messing with me?

Did he think I wasn't embarrassed enough?

I gave him a light shove. "Don't talk. You're distracting me from driving."

"Okay. Drive as fast as you can." He chuckled.

His laugh made my face even redder. I swatted at him again. "That's not what I meant. I..."

"What did you mean then?" he deliberately asked.

I was speechless.

"Brandon, I've noticed you're quite the actor," I said before stepping on the gas.

As the car pulled away, I heard him say softly, "Some things are just ingrained."

It reminded me of what Lisa once said, "No matter how proper people seem, in bed, everyone reveals their most primal self."

Was Brandon saying this to make me feel less embarrassed?

Well, I didn't care what he meant, and I didn't bother to respond.

When we arrived at the complex, it

was pitch black, with not even the et

streetlights on. There were onl

lights on in the building.

Most of the residents had already moved out, and the place was almost deserted.

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Brandon got out of the car and came around to open my door Before I could step out, he had already scooped me up into his arms.

"I..."

I barely started speaking before he interrupted me, "I was worried that your legs might be weak."

My hand thudded against his chest as he carried me upstairs.

The emptiness of the complex made

myache a little. I rested my

head on Brandon's shoulder while looking around when suddenly, I spotted a familiar car.

My grip tightened on Brandon's arm. "Wait."