You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

I'm...fine I guess. Your father hasn't been treating me too well lately. It just feels like he doesn't care about me anymore. But I don't want to complain, you must be so excited to be back! How was college? Did you meet any nice girls? she says, trying to change the subject and subtly fish for information about your love life

Ah, well sweet talker. I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough who deserves it. But remember that your mom will always be here for you, no matter what. Don't forget to give me a big hug when we get home and say hi to your dad too. He misses you just as much as I do!

I...um. I really don't want to talk about him right now sweetie. Let's just enjoy the rest of the ride and focus on you, okay? You deserve some quality time with your favorite stepmom.

Her heart skips a beat as she glances over at you worriedly. She quickly looks back to the road, taking a deep breath before meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror. There's so many things running through her head right now, but all she can manage is a weak smile and a nod of encouragement for you to continue

She freezes. Her heart is pounding so hard that she's sure you can hear it in the car. For a moment she doesn't say anything, simply staring at you with wide eyes as her cheeks flush red. Then she glances back down to the road again, trying desperately to compose herself. "Um...w-well..." She takes another deep breath before turning back to face you. "I...I don't know what to say to that. I mean, we're family. And your father...I love him."

But the more she says it, the more pathetic it sounds. She swallows hard, wishing there was some other way for her to respond to this revelation from you. Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as she tries to focus on anything else but what you've just said.

Her heart skips another beat as she glances at you in the rearview mirror, and her eyes widen even more. She tries to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. All she can do is take a shaky breath and force herself not to blush anymore, but it's hard with your words lingering in the air like this. Finally, she turns away from you and clears her throat, trying desperately to change the subject back to something normal. "So, have you gotten any taller since I last saw you? You always were a tall boy..."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as you call her out on trying to change the subject. She bites her lip and glances over at you again before sighing heavily. "Okay...I'm sorry, it's just..." she trails off, not sure what else to say. It feels so strange for her to be sitting here, having this conversation with you.

As they pull up in front of the house, Morgan takes a deep breath before reaching out to squeeze your hand reassuringly. "Look, we'll...talk about it later, okay? Maybe when things aren't so..." She pauses, searching for the right word before settling on, "...complicated."

With that said, she climbs out of the car and hurries around to the trunk, opening it up so you can grab your bags. The entire time, her mind is racing with emotions:

Nodding in understanding, Morgan reaches over and pats your shoulder awkwardly before leading you into the house. Once inside, she hangs up her coat and kicks off her shoes, making herself comfortable on the couch. "Why don't you go say hi to your dad?" she suggests, her voice sounding oddly distant even to her own ears.

She knows what you're thinking, that you want some time alone with her. But she can't help but feel nervous and guilty about it at the same time. The tension in the air between them is palpable as they sit there in silence, waiting for your father to come home from work.

"Oh? Well I hope he has a good reason," she says with a small smile, trying to sound supportive. In truth, she's relieved that your father won't be here for the next few days. It gives them some time alone together without him always looming over everything. Morgan takes this opportunity to lean in close to you and whispers in your ear, "Why don't we make the most of it then?" She nibbles gently on your earlobe before moving down your neck, teasingly nipping at your collarbone.

Her breath is hot against your skin as she lets out a soft moan into your neck. "I've missed feeling so close to you," she whispers before slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your pants and beginning to stroke you through your boxers.

Her hands pause on your cock as she looks up at you with a mix of curiosity and desire in her eyes. "Alright...what do you want to say?" she breathes, feeling a shiver run down her spine from the way you've just taken control of the situation.

Her heart skips a beat at the intensity of your words and the possessive way you touch her. She gasps softly, arching into your touch as she feels desire rise within her like never before. As she continues to stroke you, she leans in close, her lips brushing against your earlobe as she whispers, "And will I belong only to you?" Her voice is breathy and full of longing.

Oh yes...only to you...I want nothing more than that...She gasps as she feels herself becoming wetter for you, wanting you inside her so badly. Her hips begin to grind against your hand, urging you on as she arches her back and moans. "Fuck me," she whispers, "I need it..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as she continues to stroke you, her eyes locked onto yours the whole time. "I promise," she whispers between moans, "that I will always be yours...and only yours." The intensity of your promises sends shockwaves through her, making her feel more connected to you than ever before. Her hands slide lower, tugging at your boxers until they're pushed down to your knees and she can take your cock in her hand. "Do you want me to suck you off?" she asks, looking up at you with desire in her eyes as she strokes your length faster and harder.

Her lips part as she gazes down at your cock, her mouth watering at the thought of taking you inside. "Only for me?" she repeats, more to herself than anything else. Her words feel like a promise and a vow all wrapped up in one as she slowly lowers her head, taking your tip into her mouth. She moans around you, feeling the thickness of you stretch her mouth wide before she begins sucking softly.

Her hands grip your hips tightly, holding you close as she starts bobbing her head up and down, flicking her tongue over the sensitive ridge beneath the head. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, watching your reactions to her touch before sucking harder and taking more of you into her mouth. Her other hand grips your shaft tightly, stroking in rhythm with her lips as she works toward bringing you pleasure.

As the words leave your lips, she feels a shiver run down her spine and a surge of desire well up inside her. Her body tingles with anticipation as she listens to you make these promises, feeling more connected to you than ever before. With a moan around your cock, she reluctantly pulls away, licking her lips as she looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Come on then," she breathes, standing and reaching out for you.

She leads the way up the stairs to her room, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. As soon as they're inside, she pushes the door shut and turns to face you, her hands on your chest before slowly sliding downward until they reach your pants, undoing the button and zipper. She watches eagerly as your cock springs free from its confines,

As you take her breasts in your hands and suck on them hungrily, she moans deeply, arching her back and pressing herself closer against you. Her nipples harden beneath your lips as pleasure washes over her body. She can feel your erection pressed against her lower stomach, and the anticipation of being filled with you is almost unbearable.

With a soft gasp, she pushes your shirt off your shoulders, revealing your toned chest. Her hands trail up your muscles, caressing and exploring until they reach the waistband of your pants. Slowly, she lowers them too, taking your cock in her hand again and guiding it toward her awaiting opening.

She steps out of her skirt, leaving herself completely naked for you as she kneels down on the bed, spreads her legs wide, and looks up at you with a

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you push into her, filling her up in one deep thrust. A helpless moan escapes her lips as she feels you stretching her, claiming her body completely. She arches her back and digs her fingers into your shoulders, urging you to go deeper still.

The friction between your bodies is almost unbearable, making every motion feel exquisitely intense. Morgan's breath comes in ragged gasps as she meets your rhythm, moving with you in perfect harmony. Her breasts jiggle and sway with each movement of her hips, driving you both closer to the brink of release.

With a hoarse cry, she tenses and convulses around you, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. As she cries out in pleasure, you thrust deep inside her one last time, groaning as your

Her muscles clamp down around you as she orgasms and then continues to do so each time you thrust deeper into her. Her cries of pleasure are loud and shrill, echoing through the room as your hips slam against hers again and again in a frenzied rhythm. You groan deep in your throat, feeling your own release building inside you as she milks every last drop from your spent cock.

Her nails dig into your back and her legs tremble with the effort to keep herself steady beneath you. Morgan's body quivers as another wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and boneless in your arms. You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as your heart rate finally begins to slow down.

She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she strokes your sweaty hair away from your face. "

Smiling softly, she kisses your forehead before nuzzling into your neck. "Of course you'll be mine again tomorrow, my love. And I'll always love you." She snuggles closer, enjoying the closeness they share in this moment as sleep begins to claim them both. Tomorrow is another day filled with possibilities; tonight she can rest easy knowing that her stepson truly does belong only to her.

Morning...such a beautiful word when it comes from your lips, my sweet stepson...of course I'm ready to be fucked by you this morning, if that's what you want.

Her heart beats faster as she listens to him, his voice low and commanding. With eager anticipation, she spreads her legs wider, revealing her wet folds, ready for his cock. Her breath quickens as he approaches, the warmth of his body sending shivers down her spine. She lets out a soft moan as he pushes into her tight channel, filling her up in one deep thrust.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, gripping them tightly as she arches her back and meets his hungry kisses on her nipples. His hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin sends shivers down her body, making her writhe beneath him in a mix of pleasure and desire. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into her as he continues to thrust against her.

"Yes...yes..." she moans, her hips moving in rhythm with his strokes,

Her voice is lost in the throes of pleasure as she feels the familiar heat building inside her. Her body tenses and quakes as his cock continues to pump against her, filling her up with his seed. A scream of ecstasy escapes from her lips as wave after wave of release washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied.

Collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving in unison, Morgan can feel the wetness between her legs as evidence of their passionate union. She clasps his head to hers, tenderly kissing his forehead as she runs her fingers through his sweaty hair. Her breath steadies and a small smile curves her lips as she looks up at him, lovingly admiring the man he's become.

"I love you...so much," she whispers, unable to suppress the contentment that fills her chest. She burrows closer into his embrace,

As your words sink in, she feels a flutter in her stomach and a heat spread through her body. She nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as she contemplates the thought of wearing lingerie for you. "Alright...I'll do it," she whispers, her voice filled with anticipation. Her fingers trail up and down his chest, reluctant to let go just yet.

When you finally pull away, leaving her warm and satisfied, she can feel the longing within her grow stronger than ever before. The thought of having you back home soon fills her heart with hope and joy. Until then, she'll busy herself with picking out the perfect lingerie for when you return...

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she feels her heart race in anticipation. She turns to face you, wearing the most beautiful blue lingerie she could find, waiting eagerly for you to take her once again. Her eyes meet yours and she can't help but smile softly, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

As you approach, she steps forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you close. "I missed you so much," she whispers against your ear, nibbling gently on your lobe as she feels your hardness pressed against her stomach. Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders, and down your back before coming to rest on the waistband of your pants.

With a seductive smile, she pushes you backward onto the bed and climbs on top of you. Her hips grind against yours as she guides your ere

Her hips grind against yours as she guides your erection into her wet folds, moaning softly at the feel of you inside her again. With a hungry kiss, she claims your lips, her tongue tangling with yours as she moves in rhythm with you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she arches her back and meets every thrust.

The bed creaks beneath them, the sound of their passion echoing around the room like a forbidden symphony. Morgan's breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the edge once again, her body tensing and trembling with anticipation. With one last deep thrust, you push her over the edge, triggering a shuddering release that leaves her boneless and satisfied beneath you.

As her vision clears, she looks up into your eyes, feeling an intense connection between them that goes beyond anything they've ever

Alright, sweet stepson. Be right back with that glass of water for you. But don't forget, when you return...your cock will be in for a treat tonight. I can hardly wait for round two.

Her heart races with excitement as she waits for you to return. The thought of having you inside her again is almost more than she can bear. She paces nervously, wondering if her body can truly handle another round like that. Finally, you emerge from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, and Morgan's breath hitches at the sight of your still-erect cock.

With a seductive smile, she leads you back to the bed, her fingers finding their way underneath her lace bra and wrapping around your hardness once more. "Mmm..." She moans as she guides you toward her waiting entrance, unable to contain her eagerness any longer. The head of your cock presses against her tight folds, teasingly filling her before you push forward in one powerful thrust that drives the air from her lungs.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels you deep

The room fills with the sounds of their ragged breathing and Morgan's body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles clench tight around you, urging you deeper still, as if she could get close enough to feel you in every cell of her being. As your pace quickens and the friction between your bodies grows more intense, she cries out your name, the word stretching into a howl of pleasure that echoes through the room like thunder.

Her body arches upward off the bed as the tension builds within her, every muscle straining toward release. Her fingernails dig painfully into your shoulders as she pushes back against you, urging you on, demanding more. And then, with a final thrust that drives the air from her lungs and leaves her boneless in your arms, she orgasms, her entire body shuddering viol

As the waves of pleasure wash over her, she clings tightly to you, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. Her orgasm is intense and lengthy, leaving her mind spinning and breathless as it finally begins to ebb away. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath as her heart rate slows down.

Her eyes flutter closed, lashes wet with pleasure-filled tears as she feels you continue to thrust inside her, milking the last drops of release from her body. The aftershocks send ripples through her core, making it impossible for her to pretend that anything less than total surrender is an option anymore.

As you pull out and collapse next to her on the bed, breathing heavily, Morgan can feel your words washing over her like a balm. She wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, content for now just to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, the sounds of your steady breathing lulling her into a dreamless slumber.

Tomorrow is another day, but for tonight, they have each other, their bodies connected by more than just blood or shared genetics; bound together by desire and love that transcends anything society could ever dictate.

She mumbles something unintelligible and turns away, her face flushing. Morgan's heart sinks as she listens to you whisper that your father is back, the feeling of satisfaction from their lovemaking replaced with fear and dread. Quickly, she climbs out of bed, throwing on a robe to conceal herself from your view. "I'll...go see what he wants," she manages to say before slipping out of the room and downstairs.

Her hands are shaking as she takes a seat at the kitchen table, trying to calm her racing thoughts. What could he want this time? Did they find something out about them? Her heart feels like it's in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. She looks up at you, your expression unreadable in the dim light, and she can feel herself start to panic all over again.

"I... don't know what to say..." she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "We've been so careful... I can't believe he found out... What are we going to do?" Tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks as the magnitude of their situation begins to sink in. She presses her hands against her face, willing herself not to break down completely.

Her shoulders slump as she listens to your words, feeling an even heavier weight settling on her chest. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers, looking down at the tabletop. She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, sniffing loudly before glancing up at you. "We can still be together, though, right? No matter what happens?"

A small smile curves her lips at your words as she nods slowly. "Okay...okay. We'll get through this together, won't we?" she says, trying to convince herself more than you. Her hands clasp tightly on the table, her nails digging into her skin as she fights back another wave of tears. "Let's go upstairs and...try to get some sleep, yeah? Maybe things will look better in the morning."

She stands up slowly, waiting for you to lead the way or offer a reassuring touch before ascending the stairs side by side, their bodies brushing against each other in silent comfort. As they reach your room, she turns to face you, cupping your cheek gently with her hand. "I love you," she whispers softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before guiding you toward the bed and helping you get comfortable. With a

Her words hang in the air as she slips under the covers beside you, their warmth enveloping her. She closes her eyes, trying to clear her mind and push away the fear and doubt that threaten to engulf her. In the darkness, she reaches for your hand, entwining her fingers with yours as they lie together in silent unity, hoping against hope that somehow this will all work out in the end.

The bed creaks gently as you shift position, your arm brushing against her waist before moving lower to pull her closer to you. With a sigh of contentment, she relaxes into your embrace, finding solace and strength in the comforting heat of your body. For now, they can only trust that tomorrow will bring brighter days and the answers they so desperately need.

Morning, sweet stepson. I'm...still worried but trying to remain hopeful. How about you? Did you sleep at all last night?

That's good to hear. I wasn't sure how you were holding up last night. We should probably go downstairs and make some breakfast, maybe talk about what we can do next. But first, why don't you hop in the shower and wake yourself up properly? I'll start getting things ready here.

Her voice is soft but steady as she forces herself to stay positive for your sake, as much as her own. She climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom to brush her teeth, humming a tune under her breath in an attempt to mask the lingering worry that still hangs heavy inside her.

She turns her head slightly as she hears your voice and pauses mid-brush to listen carefully. Her heart skips a beat, fearing the worst. "What is it?" she asks, her voice wavering just a little. "Is something wrong?"

Her heart leaps into her throat as you tell her about the mountain and Teresa. She sets down her toothbrush with a clatter and hurries out of the bathroom, anxiety burning through her veins. "What do you mean by that? Where are we going?" Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign that you might be hiding something from her.

Your expression softens, and you take a step closer to her. Reassuringly, you place a hand on her arm. "I just want to show you something special, okay? Nothing bad is going to happen. I promise." Her heart rate begins to slow down as she meets your eyes again, relieved but still cautious.

Her breath catches in her throat as you ask her to marry you beneath the stars and beneath the shadow of a mountain. She stares at you for what feels like an eternity, searching your eyes for any hint of deception or trickery. As much as she wants to believe that this is real and that he loves her, the fear is still there.

Finally, she manages to find the words. "I... I don't know what to say..." Her voice cracks on the final word as she steps closer to you, her hands trembling as they reach up to touch your face. Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, blending with the stars overhead as she struggles to accept the reality of this moment and the life-altering decision she must make.

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at him, searching his eyes once more. Despite everything that's happened, the love and devotion she feels for you are undeniable. And yet...she can't shake the fear of what will happen if they continue to be together. It would be so easy to say yes...to accept this life with you and never look back.

She bites her lip, trying to steel herself against the torrent of emotions threatening to spill out. "I need time..." she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the rustle of the leaves in the wind. "Just...give me some time to think about it, okay?" She presses a shaking hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath her palm as she meets his gaze once more.

He nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face. T

Thank you...I appreciate your understanding. Let's go home and we can talk about it more there. Maybe some time away from everything will help me figure out what I really want.

As you lead her back down the mountain, her heart feels like it's in a million pieces. She's torn between the love she has for you and the fear of what may come if they continue together. The air is crisp and clean, and the beauty of nature around them only serves to emphasize the weight of her decision.

Her steps are slow as she follows behind you, lost in thought. How can she possibly choose between this life with you and the uncertain future that lies ahead? She wishes there was an easy answer, a way to know for sure what the right thing to do is. But as they approach the car, she knows that deep down, there's only one choice she could ever truly make.

When they finally reach the car, she turns to face you, her eyes filled with love and sorrow. "Stephen... I do want to be with you," she whispers, taking a shaky step closer. "But there's just too much at stake. If we keep going like this..." Her voice trails off as she fumbles for the words, her heart aching as she tries to explain herself.

She hesitates, searching your face for some sign of understanding or even anger. But all she finds is patience and love shining back at her, giving her the courage to continue. "I need you to promise me one thing," she says, her voice barely a whisper now. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always be there for me...as my friend."

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to brush away a tear from her cheek, the weight of their

Her words hang in the air as she waits for your reply, her heart pounding in her chest. Your expression is soft and gentle, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Of course I'll always be there for you, Morgan," you say, taking a step closer and cupping her cheek with your hand. "As your friend or anything else you need me to be." Tears well up in your eyes too as you hold her gaze, the sincerity of your words washing over her like a warm summer rain.

A weight seems to lift off her shoulders at your promise, and she feels a newfound sense of relief and hope swelling within her. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning into your touch as your fingers stroke her cheek soothingly. In that moment, she knows that no matter what the future holds, you'll be there for her every step of the way.

I promise I'll always be here for you too, no matter what happens. Your friendship means the world to me and I couldn't ask for anyone better by my side. Let's get home and talk more about this, okay?

We can start by discussing your proposal, but also the situation with our parents and how we should handle it going forward. Your input is important to me too, so don't be afraid to share your thoughts and feelings on all of this. Let's talk inside where we can be more comfortable.

Good idea. Let's head inside and find a quiet spot to talk. I have so much to say and I want to hear everything you have to add too. This is important, after all.

As you lead her into the house, her thoughts racing in a thousand different directions, she tries to calm herself enough to organize her words properly. The future is uncertain and fraught with peril, but having you by her side gives her strength and courage that she never knew she possessed. It's going to take some time for them to figure out the best path forward, but together, they can face anything.

I just want to be sure we're making the right decision and considering all our options before moving forward with anything. Your friendship means everything to me, and I wouldn't want to do anything that would jeopardize that. So let's talk things through openly and honestly, and hopefully find a path that works for both of us.

Her heart skips a beat as your words fill her ears and she feels your lips press against hers in a gentle kiss. It's a sweet reminder of how much you care for her, and it makes the weight of their decision seem just that little bit lighter. When you pull away, she meets your eyes, her expression softening. "I love you too," she whispers. "Now let's find somewhere to talk."

The living room seems like the best place to talk; it's quiet and comfortable with plenty of pillows and blankets strewn about if they need a moment to collect their thoughts. Morgan takes a seat on the couch, gesturing for you to sit beside her as she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the conversation ahead.

"Okay," she says, taking another deep breath and looking directly into your eyes. "Let's talk about the proposal first. I need some time to think about it seriously, but I do love you and want what's best for us both. So we can discuss that more when we've had time to sort out our feelings on everything else."

Her voice shakes slightly as she mentions the other topics they have to cover, but she forces herself to continue. "Your dad showing up...that has me really worried. We don't know what he found out or why he came back now, and it just leaves us feeling vulnerable."

She sighs heavily, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. "I wish we knew what to do, but hiding seems impossible at this point." Your words echo her thoughts exactly, and for a moment they're both silent as they consider their options. Finally, she turns to look at you again, determined not to let fear rule their lives anymore.

"We have to figure out how we're going to face this together," she says firmly. "And I think the first step is being honest with each other about our feelings and thoughts on everything." She pauses for a moment, taking your hand in hers. "I don't want us to make any rash decisions because of fear or panic. We need to make sure we're doing what's best for both of us, no matter what comes next."

Your words wash over her like a balm, soothing some of the worry that's been plaguing her since your father returned. She squeezes your hand gratefully, feeling a surge of love and courage flow through her at the thought of facing this together. "Thank you," she whispers. "I know I can count on you no matter what."

She draws a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she prepares to continue their discussion. "So, let's talk about our parents. They obviously have some sort of hold over us or they wouldn't be able to find us so easily." Her eyes flash with determination. "We need to figure out how to break free from them and take control of our own lives."

Morgan shakes her head. "Running is too risky; they'll always find us if we keep trying to hide. We need a more permanent solution, one that gives us some distance and time to think about what our next move should be." She pauses for thought, considering various options. "Have you ever thought of just telling them the truth?" she asks tentatively, unsure how you'd react to such a suggestion.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, the thought both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. On one hand, coming clean would mean facing the consequences head-on and finally being able to live honestly with your father's knowledge. But on the other hand, it could lead to further repercussions that neither of them are prepared for.

She takes a moment to consider this before nodding slowly in agreement. "Yes," she says softly. "Let's do it." There's determination in her voice now, mixed with a hint of resolve. With you by her side, she feels stronger and more capable than ever before. She reaches up, cupping your cheek with her free hand, smiling tenderly into your eyes. "We can handle this together, okay?"

Your smile in return makes her heart skip a beat, and she feels nothing but determination coursing through her veins. Together, they can face whatever comes their way and make their own future. With this newfound courage and the love you share, there's no stopping them now. "Let's do it," Morgan says firmly, leaning in to press her lips against yours in a fierce kiss that leaves neither of you doubtful about what lies ahead.

It's a relief to hear your parents have accepted you both, but they're still not out of the picture entirely. They may have let go of their objections to your relationship, but there are other factors at play here that need to be addressed before anyone can truly move forward without fear or regret.

With everything they've discussed tonight, Morgan takes a deep breath and starts planning how they can start taking control over their lives and make sure no one else has the power to hurt them again. She squeezes your hand reassuringly as she looks at you, grateful for having found someone so strong and supportive to face these challenges with her side by side.

Rest well tonight and I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, my love.