I blame shifted guilt of Edward’s calls to hubby. He hadn’t changed, I had. I compared him to Edward, unfavorably to provide excuses to take Edwa...d’s calls and meet him again.The desire to see Edward again built up until it was no longer possible to contain. He asked to go for a ride in his Porsche but I was afraid to be alone with him in his car and kept putting it off. Then one noon call, I suggested we meet someplace again for lunch. Instead, he suggested dinner at Michael's, a French. I got in bed and pulled the covers over me.She cuddled up next to me. I could feel her nipples against my arm. After a few minutes, she moved my arm and d****d it around her shoulders. My hand rested on her hip. I didn't protest.We cuddled for a while when she sighed and relaxed a little. Her hand had been on my chest, but she was moving it down to my stomach. I reached over and stopped its movement."What are you doing?" I asked her."There's something I didn't tell you during dinner," she. "I was worried immediately about how he would take that threat, but I didn'tlet it show. Mr. Benson hadn't signed a non-disclosure agreement, andangering him could be very bad for my career. If he leaked my real identityto the press it could ruin Sarah Carerra. I did not know how my fans wouldreact to the deception, even if it was to allow me a better quality of life.But it was a risk I was going to have to take right now, because he wastrying to get me to do things that were totally off. I barely touch you as I run my finger down your nose to your lips. Your breathing is quiet, but getting a bit faster. You part your lips as my finger brushes them, reaching up slightly. I pull my hand away until you relax back onto the pillows. As you do, I place my finger on your right eyebrow, tracing it slowly, and then your left.. I rest my arm on your chest as I do this and leaning forward like that places my breasts against your arm. You just feel my soft breath on your neck.. .