"Mmmm..." Katrina sighed happily. "I'm starving!"She was beautiful like the proverbial supermodel next door, her face scrubbed pink without any makeup... her hair pulled back into a blonde ponytail. Katrina wore a loose white t-shirt and a pair of my old red hipsters. She fit in my old clothes amazingly well, better than I did despite our differences, and she looked good just sitting there. Then again, Katrina looked good in anything.We were at a Denney's restaurant, Katrina, my brother and me,. I smiled too and kissed her back passionately.Our kiss soon turned French as our tongues started intertwining with each other. We explored the depths of each other’s mouths while I raised her dress a bit up and started feeling her beautiful ass. On the other hand, she was running her hands through my hair. On feeling my hands on her ass, she broke our kiss and laughed.“Badi jaldi mein ho?(What’s the rush?)”, she said pushing me on the bed.I smiled at her. “Jab apki jaisi sexy body ho, can you. How could you think that I could have this conversation with you?"She felt his pain, felt the weight of it in the air. Felt the raw, naked truth of it. Of his desire, which he didn't want to have. Of his feelings, which he would rather not feel. Unless the desire and the feelings drew him forward, to somewhere. Unless what he felt could slip between the cracks in the walls she had erected. She bit her lip, something about that thought almost making her cry out. William was losing control over. If she's not tucked into his side when he wakes, at least one part of their bodies need to be touching. He doesn't mind. No one wants to cuddle all of the time. But he knows she's still there by the light touch of her hand or her feet entwined with his.Watching her sleep, listening to her breathe he feels himself getting aroused.Taking her hand in his he slides it up under the pillow, pulling her into him and gently rolling her onto her side without waking her.Burying his nose into her hair,.