Bella bit her lip. She had expectations, of course: expectations that she wouldn't find him reeking with another woman's perfume whens she came to visit; expectations that he wouldn't use "no expectations" as an excuse for putting her through hell and heartbreak; expectations that he might, in same way or form, gave in return what she gave him. Wife or not, she was a woman—and women had innate needs that men rarely seemed to possess.
"No expectations," she echoed, glancing down at her feet.
She hoped she wouldn't regret it. It was better, she thought, than being pushed away. If he chose to cast her out of his life, she would be constantly reminded of him through his brother and family. Even if her feelings—the infatuation, the desire—faded, he would always be the man she'd given her virtue to.
"But it must be two-sided. You can't have expectations, either."
"No expectations," she echoed, glancing down at her feet.
She hoped she wouldn't regret it. It was better, she thought, than being pushed away. If he chose to cast her out of his life, she would be constantly reminded of him through his brother and family. Even if her feelings—the infatuation, the desire—faded, he would always be the man she'd given her virtue to.
"But it must be two-sided. You can't have expectations, either."
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