A lesson in patience

He got closer, and I felt him against me as he whispered, "Is this really what you want, or are you just caught up in the moment?" His question made me think clearly. Was this just a passing feeling because of what was happening, or was it something more lasting? I looked deep into my thoughts, the passion fading for a moment. Even with my fear and confusion, I realized the truth. "It's what I want," I said quietly, looking into his eyes. "I want you, Mr. Harrison." He chuckled softly and leaned back, pulling away from me. "But patience is important, isn't it, sweet Emma?" He stepped away, leaving me feeling shaky and bare, my chemise forgotten at my feet. "I think you need to learn that lesson better." His words made me shiver, mixing anger and excitement inside me. Was he just teasing me? The power struggle in the mansion was complicated, and I felt caught in it. As Mr. Harrison got dressed, I felt disappointed. The tension between us was strong, and I knew he felt it too. But he wal