Confessions and Resistance

— M-me? Diana stammered, stunned.

Gale slowly nodded.

— Gale… I… she began.

— No. Let me finish this time, he said, stepping toward her with resolve.

— I love you, Diana. Since the very first day. You have no idea how much it hurts watching you love someone else… especially someone who doesn't deserve you.

Diana stood frozen, unable to speak.

Gale reached out for her hand.

She pulled away.

— I'm sorry, Gale… It's not mutual. You deserve better than me. You have to forget me.

He gently grabbed her hand before she could step back.

— And what if I refuse? he whispered.

— Stop. You'll only get hurt with me. I'm still in love with Klaus. I can't forget him.

— But I'm not Klaus.

I don't want to break you—I want to heal you.

He pressed his forehead to hers.

Diana tried to pull away, but froze as Gale kissed her.

At first surprised, she resisted… then gave in.

Her hands slipped to his neck. Her body betrayed her heart.

Gale whispered against her lips:

— Let me help you forget. Just for tonight. Let me love you.

— Gale… we can't…

— Why not? You're not his property. And this love you feel for him… it's nothing but pain.

His hand slid over her chest, cupping her breast.

She gasped, shivering.

— Aaah… Gale…

Her body trembled, thoughts scattered.

Gale pinned her against the wall and turned her around.

His hands traced her curves. Desire surged between them.

He slid a hand under her dress, caressing her ass.

Diana moaned again.

— Gale… what are you doing? she asked breathlessly.

— Admiring you, he replied.

He lifted her dress, revealing her firm buttocks beneath her underwear.

Diana blushed, shaken. She wanted to say no… but her body no longer obeyed.

— Let me desire you the way you deserve.

When he tore the top of her dress, exposing her chest, she moaned again.

— Aah… Gale…

She moaned, torn between reason and desire.

She knew she could say no.

But she didn't want to anymore.