Resistance Impossible

And then he's finally there, taking me in his arms. He hesitates at first, looking at me as if he were resisting our love. But he can't, he can't resist me. He loves me, even if he thinks I should love a younger man. I don't want that, I want him. He gives me what I need, what I've always dreamed of. And finally—finally!—I feel his tender lips. I feel him give up his resistance because he knows we're meant to be.