<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/57/29/9a/57299a7cdac719dd3185308b2f246aa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stanford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15004673#msg15004673)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20 yrs old<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Atlanta, GA, USA<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3, July 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa inside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>James Harding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Gwen listened to him as he suggested they go get a couch to settle into privately. Her fingers reached out to lace with his as she let him lead the way. She just wanted that bit of touching, it was calming. At least she found it calming, even if others didn’t always prefer it. She was okay with him letting her hand go or not even taking it to begin with. As soon as that dreaded, “We need to talk” phrase came out she immediately got worried. Was she just not good enough for him? Maybe she was too lady like and not willing to initiate things or take control of their intimacy. No matter how you looked at it, she felt as if he was getting ready to jump ship. There were lots of girls around to choose from and maybe he had found that he was more attracted to them. She wasn’t rowdy or over the top as far as working out or anything of that sort.<br/><br/><em> "Listen, Gwen, there's something about me and my past I haven't told you, haven't told anyone here, and I don't really know what this is between us, but you deserve to know. I was married, not so long ago, she... passed... a couple months ago, cancer, terminal, she had it when we met, but we decided that whatever time we had together was worth it, and well remission is always possible, no matter what the doctors say.... and well, I came on this show to try to promote my books, and some of my buds kinda forced me on to try and like, move on you know? and I don't know what this is between us but I feel like I'm betraying her, and that I'm betraying you, and that I'm leading you on, but I also really like you and you're a wonderful woman, and certainly the one that is making these last couple days enjoyable."</em><br/><br/>When James continued to speak of his deceased wife she was almost in a sigh of relief. She felt bad for him, for losing someone you have only just started a journey of love. Her eyes teared up as she thought how selfish she had just been for thinking about herself a moment instead of him. Gwen raised up from her seat near his and wrapped her arms around him. Holding in him close to her, her tears fell little by little, only now she was sad for him. Sorry that he had to endure that at such a youthful time of his life. It was those moments in life that people take for granted. She wasn’t sure which was worse, losing love due to illness after only being together a short while or losing that special someone that you had planned a future with. Someone you likely had planned out when you would have kids and that little picket fence, a couple dogs and maybe even a cat. She smiled ever so slightly at those thoughts but before she pulled herself back a little from their embrace she whispered close against his ear.<br/><br/><strong>”I’m so sorry..”</strong><br/><br/>The tickle of warm breath over his neck and then she looked into his eyes. Her beautiful blue ones just soaking up the moment indulging in having him share something so personal and to be so emotionally vulnerable with her made her all the more excited to know more about him. Gwen wanted everything for them. Moonlit nights, gentle sunrises that tickle your skin with the heat, and most of all the nights they could lay naked between sheets and blankets with only their bodies to keep each other warm. Her rounded bottom pressed against him as he had his arms wrapped around her, kissing her neck lightly in that spooning fashion of comfort. That would be ideal. For now, however, she had this.<br/><br/>Finally having pulled back enough, she then leaned in close and pressed her lips against his. A gentle kiss that was meant to test the waters and see if he was okay with it. To make sure she didn’t just make a fool of herself. She wrapped her arms around him as she shifted to set her bottom onto his lap, keeping her lips on his, urging him to give her more if he so wished, or even to push her off. Maybe it was too soon for him to want this. Maybe she was overthinking again. A breath of fresh air trickled between them for a moment as her lips parted from his and she whispered against his lips.<br/><br/><strong>”I’m sorry... that was... I...umm...</strong>