Love's Redemption

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The failure I experienced with Chirs had even spurred me on. It made me want to test whether I was truly so unattractive that Brandon could remain so restrained and without feeling any kind of impulse, event while holding me like this.

“Brandon,” I called him softly.

My hand reached up to his back. I embraced him through his shirt, my nails digging in. I could clearly feel Brandon’s body tensing even more, and he even sucked in a few sharp breaths.

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I pressed closer to him. Having freshly bathed and being clad only in a silk nightgown, I was very aware of how soft my body felt against his. If Brandon could still restrain himself like this, I had to admit I was truly a failure.

“Mae,” Brandon called my name urgently and loosened his hold on me. He gripped my shoulders, his head bowed, breathing heavily.

His Adam’s apple moved, and he seemed to be trembling… It felt like he had just run a marathon, and I wasn’t in a much better state. Having crossed this line, I was both embarrassed and bold.

“Mae, it’s getting late,” Brandon said. With that, he released me and moved toward the door.

I felt a chill, a mix of embarrassment and a deep sense of failure making my head spin. “Brandon, at a time like this, are you leaving because you can’t or because you’re not interested in me?”

Brandon paused with one foot out the door, then stopped. After a moment, he turned around.

I couldn’t see my expression, but I felt sure my eyes were red and my face pale, reflecting my distress and embarrassment.

Brandon looked at me. His dark eyes were full of swirling emotions. Then, he pulled back his leg, lifted his foot, and hooked it around the door to close it.

The next second, the room darkened. I felt a tightness at the back of my head, and his lips were burning against mine…

With the grinding pain, my lips were pried open. His large hands controlled my slender body as if he wanted to crush me… I experienced an unprecedented intensity, tasting the wildness of passion in love…

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“Mae, is this okay?” Brandon’s deep, trembling voice whispered in my

His words brought me back to reality. I asked myself, “Is this okay?”

I remember my parents telling me about such matters before they passed away when I was 12. My mom taught me some physiological knowledge and also talked about relationships between girls and boys.

She advised that a girl should not let a man touch her body unless she was sure she wanted to spend her life with him. And before making such a decision, she should consider whether he was worth that trust.

I wondered if I was really ready to give myself to Brandon. Although I had said the words “let’s be together

to him tonight, it meant that I had accepted him. But a lifetime….

That was too long, too uncertain, with too many variables. I was suddenly unsure.

This brief hesitation helped Brandon regain his composure. His cheek brushed against my hair as he said, “Let’s wait a bit longer.”

My mind was in turmoil, and Lcouldn’t speak.

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“But you need to understand one thing. It’s not that I can’t or that I’m not interested in you. I just want to wait until you’re sure before we take the next step.” Brandon’s voice was low and husky.

Upon hearing this, my eyes inexplicably grew moist. The feeling was indescribable. It was partly touched, partly uneasy, and mostly embarrassed.

I couldn’t believe what I had done. I had actually tried to test Brandon’s feelings for me in this way.

Chris never did such things with me because he didn’t love me enough. Yet, I had treated Brandon like this. At that moment, I realized how foolish and ignorant I was.

Brandon was a responsible and caring man. If he were a reckless playboy taking advantage of me, I would be the one at a disadvantage.

I was grateful for his timely restraint and regretful for my impulsiveness. I pushed him away and fled to the bedroom.

Brandon’s light laugh followed me. “I’ll head back now. Remember to finish the oatmeal.”

I was at a loss for words.