I had thought the experience on top of the rubble was terror.My mind just shut down.I could not breathe.There was a band around my chest getting tight...r and tighter.my tongue had turned into a sour, dry bundle of flesh stopping any potential conversation or argument.There was a steady flow of tears down my cheeks and the only comfort was the little saltiness as they ran into my mouth.My body was really shaking violently and my teeth started to chatter despite my tongue.I tried to say something. My knees couldn't take it any more. Then I came. And I came and I came. It the most intense orgasm I had felt to date. It was like an immediate spike of orgasmic energy that didn't stop for at least forty-five seconds. As I laid there in the tub, quivering with water falling onto me, the guy got up, smiled, and exited the shower. Rachael had apparently made her way back to the bed, her shorts still sitting on the floor. When I finally got the strength to stand up I turned off the now cold. It was a dangerous game he was playing, a fool’s hand most likely. He risked it all with her. He felt alive for the first time since he could remember. Before her, he felt as if he were marking time until his death. Existing. Breathing. Sleeping. Working. For one moment with her, he would give everything, and anything. He would give up all of his tomorrows for just one kiss. There was guilt. He felt guilty because he couldn’t give her everything she deserved. He wasn’t free to walk up to her. "You are so much like your Mother. You do things to me that really shouldn't be happening. I am starting to feel all sorts of things when I look at you. I want to hold you and comfort you and keep you safe," murmured Ryan. "Oh Ryan, is this right, should we feel like this. I know that I have been having the oddest thoughts and feelings for you, for about 4 months now and I didn't know what I was going to do about them. I was even thinking of moving out, but I didn't want to go and leave you on.