Chapter 92

Sabrina wanted to curl herself into a ball. With how their relationship was at that point, having sex together only served to cause her shame and embarrassment rather than joy. Nelson wanted to see her expression. However, as he glanced down, he saw her hair scattered on the pillow. She looked more uncomfortable than joyous. His breathing was heavy. This was the most he had attempted to satisfy a woman. Not even his beloved had… But now, it was too late. Even his touch repelled Sabrina. Nelson pulled the blanket over her. His clothes were disheveled. He turned and sat at the end of the bed. "Sabrina, I'm sorry." He wasn't angry at her. He was angry at himself for being weak and indecisive. He was also mad at himself for hurting her and making her suffer, even though she hadn't done anything wrong. Sabrina didn't move or respond. She only stared blankly at the curtains. Nelson turned to face her. He noticed that her shoulder seemed frail and delicate under the blan