A MINUTE

Ginger: Hu’s lips on mine taste like everything I had imagined since we separated. His hands on my body soothe the pain in my heart, and I want to be buried in him all day, but the more we kiss and the more he tries to soothe my sexual needs, the worse it gets for me. I want him, I do, but I cannot help but feel selfish for wanting this after meeting him for the first time in a while. It reminds me of the last time—everything is all too familiar. “Hu,” I gasp, pulling away with a forced breath. He glares into my eyes, and I let out a sigh. “I... I don’t think we should do this.” “I understand,” he says in a low tone, and I shake my head. “It’s not that I do not want you. I do. But...” a sharp exhale leaves my lungs. “We do not have much time, and I would hate to waste it on orgasms and nothing more.” His lips curve slightly as he tries to form a smile. I kiss the corners simultaneously, and he rubs gently around my waist. “I’ve told you I would do whatever it is you want me to do,” he