-moans louder, and her nails dig into his back more as she wraps her legs tight around his waist- Le.. Leonardo..
-kisses down her neck and groans before slowing down his pace dramatically but still slamming into her hard-
-molds her body to his each time he thrusts into her, and she lets out a loud moan when he does-
Ahh.. -continues with that pace before pressing his torso close to hers and grinding his hips with hers rather than thrusting-
-rolls her hips with his and she arches her back as she lets out a series of whimpers- So good.. Oh my god..
-moans louder, and her nails dig into his back more as she wraps her legs tight around his waist- Le.. Leonardo..
-kisses down her neck and groans before slowing down his pace dramatically but still slamming into her hard-
-molds her body to his each time he thrusts into her, and she lets out a loud moan when he does-
-nods and she runs her fingers up and down his arm- It’s not your diabetes that I’m afraid of.. I’m really scared of losing you, in any way. Of watching it happen and not being able to do anything about it.. -takes a deep breath and shakes her head- I’m probably not making any sense.
But you are making sense. I understand what you’re afraid of, Julie. I understand it’s gonna take some time to get over this.. I just want you to try with me. I’m not asking you to wake up tomorrow not afraid. Because that’d be hypocritical of me… -bites his lip-
-kisses the back of his hand- I’d rather it be me who’s afraid than you.. I don’t like that you’re scared.
-turns her head to look away from him- I feel like I am.
-shakes his head- You’re not…. -sighs- Julie I’m not asking you to move on.
-stays quiet as she listens to him-
I’m not asking you to do anything… I just.. I just wanted you to trust me in control of my diabetes.. -shakes his head- How can I ask you to move on when I haven’t? I know I act like I am.. but it’s the only way for me to trust myself.
-looks back over at him- I do trust that you’re in control of your diabetes. I always have, what happened to you was because your insulin pump stopped working. I do trust you, that I know for sure.
Okay.. that’s.. that’s all I ask from you. I know you’re scared.. I am, too. Trust me, I’m terrified. I just know that this is something I have to live with… and I wanna be happy living with it. -frowns- I don’t wanna live in fear. I don’t want this to slow me down.
-nods and she runs her fingers up and down his arm- It’s not your diabetes that I’m afraid of.. I’m really scared of losing you, in any way. Of watching it happen and not being able to do anything about it.. -takes a deep breath and shakes her head- I’m probably not making any sense.
-turns her head to look away from him- I feel like I am.
-shakes his head- You’re not…. -sighs- Julie I’m not asking you to move on.
-stays quiet as she listens to him-
I’m not asking you to do anything… I just.. I just wanted you to trust me in control of my diabetes.. -shakes his head- How can I ask you to move on when I haven’t? I know I act like I am.. but it’s the only way for me to trust myself.
-looks back over at him- I do trust that you’re in control of your diabetes. I always have, what happened to you was because your insulin pump stopped working. I do trust you, that I know for sure.
-turns her head to look away from him- I feel like I am.
-shakes his head- You’re not…. -sighs- Julie I’m not asking you to move on.
-stays quiet as she listens to him-
-nods her head- Yeah..
Like… what have your thoughts been about it? -bites his lip-
-looks up at him- Promise you won’t get mad at me?
-takes a deep breath and nods- I promise.
I feel bad about what happened.. I feel bad for making you upset.. I feel bad for not being able to move on for you.. I feel bad for thinking that you don’t know what I went through so it’s unfair of you to ask me to move on.. I feel the worst about that one.. Because I do want to move on, I really, really do.. I feel bad that I’m a bad wife.
-frowns- But.. -stops himself and looks down- I.. -shakes his head- You’re not.. a bad wife..
-turns her head to look away from him- I feel like I am.
-nods her head- Yeah..
Like… what have your thoughts been about it? -bites his lip-
-looks up at him- Promise you won’t get mad at me?
-takes a deep breath and nods- I promise.
I feel bad about what happened.. I feel bad for making you upset.. I feel bad for not being able to move on for you.. I feel bad for thinking that you don’t know what I went through so it’s unfair of you to ask me to move on.. I feel the worst about that one.. Because I do want to move on, I really, really do.. I feel bad that I’m a bad wife.
-nods her head- Yeah..
Like… what have your thoughts been about it? -bites his lip-
-looks up at him- Promise you won’t get mad at me?