Dexton POV
Ophelie was still rocking 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, especially my father. However, the longer it continued, 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 had already faced many problems because of Dad and me, which was enough. With her illness, even minor problems could have a significant negative effect on her.
I loved her; she was the only one I hoped would live long.
"Ah... Dex, you're on top now," said Ophelie, still gasping, already reaching 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?"
