Sasha shook her head, trying to blink away more tears.
"It's just… you're probably really big. I didn't expect it to feel like this. It—it kind of feels like I'm being torn…"
Her voice broke on the last word, and Ross's heart clenched. He kissed her again, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Then let's stop, okay? I'll stay right here with you. We can just hold each other."
Sasha exhaled shakily, her fingers curling against his arms. She didn't let go, and neither did he.
"I trust you, Ross," she whispered after a long silence. "Even though it hurts… I still want you to continue."
Her words made him ache—not with lust, but with something deeper. Respect. Admiration.
Maybe even love. He looked into her eyes, brushed away a tear with his thumb, and said, "Then we'll take it one breath at a time. I won't go deeper until you're ready. Just tell me what feels okay… and what doesn't."
She nodded slowly, eyes searching his.
