He lifted her off the floor and kept the kissing on her lips her body pressed his body against hers taking it to count what she said he let his fingers dance along her spine. It was slow and it was full of passion. The breaths were slow the touches were gentle. They went all night exploring here bodies together the sweat covered there bodies. He kissed her again kissing her cheek, kissing her lips her breasts every inch of her.
The night passed a night of pleasure, he laid in bed with her looking around the room the bottle on he floor and he breath still had on it some alcohol. He moved along the bed moving so as not to cry and wake her up. He tried his best not to and he even still felt bad. He sat on the bed his hands on his head. He liked her but he felt like this was wrong...she needed help...or was he over thinking it?