Dexton POV
Ophelie was still moving her hips on top of me, while I, lying on my back, had lost interest even though my 'junior' still wanted release. I let Ophelie do it without me having to try. She wanted me and this was all I could give her.
I thought it was great that I'd found a partner as desired by the members and especially my father. However, the longer it went on, the more I couldn't deny my feelings.
Mom always asked if I was happy with Ophelie. I didn't want to torment her with my bad attitude like when I was a teenager. She was already faced so many problems because of me and Dad, and that was enough. With her illness, even small problems could have a big negative effect on her.
I loved her, and she was the only one I hope would live a long life.
"Ah... Dex, you're on top now," said Ophelie still gasping, already reached her climax, while I hadn't. She pulled away from me, and I didn't ask her to continue because I had lost interest. "Dex, what's wrong?"
