Rita's Point Of View
The raw honesty in his admission made my chest ache with a bittersweet pain. All those wasted years, all that time we could have had together. All the moments we'd missed… birthdays, holidays, quiet Sunday mornings. The weight of lost time pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. But the sheer intensity of the friction was driving me out of my mind, pushing away regret and leaving only the present moment, only this burning need.
I kept whimpering, clinging to him like a frantic koala as he carried me through the small hallway, my bare toes digging into his sides for purchase. I felt wild, untamed, nothing like the composed woman I'd become. That carefully cultivated image was crumbling, revealing the passionate creature I'd locked away so long ago.
