“Yes.” Her cheeks are full like a little chipmunk.
“As much as I love the view right now, your robe isn’t leaving much to the imagination.” She immediately slams her legs shut, sending the plate tumbling to the floor.
“Shit!” I didn’t mean to make her flustered, but it’s sort of difficult to avoid. She’s easily set off-kilter. Dropping to her knees, she scoops spilled food onto the plate.
“Faith. Stop. Take a breath. I’m not going to bite. Like I said, I was loving the view. Leave the food. I’ll get it cleaned up. Here.” I hand her my plate and go to make another.
When I return to the couch, I’m glad to see her tucking into the meal. Not sure if I want to broach the subject of her phone conversation, I opt for something lighter.
“Wanna go to the top of the Space Needle with me this week?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll be photographed from every angle, and it’ll raise suspicion.”
“So, you just want to use and abuse my body, and then drop me like a hot potato in public?” I’m teasing, but there’s truth to my words.
“You know it. Are you going to let me?”
“Of course.” Letting her doesn’t come into the equation. Even if I wanted to tell her no, I don’t think I could. I’m her science experiment, but as long as she wants to run this sexual test on me, I’m hers. I want her more than my next breath, but that’s something I’m going to keep to myself. She’s had so many negative emotions attached to sex, I can only give her positivity. When she walks away at the end of summer and finds her forever guy, I can’t stomach the thought that she’ll regret even a second of our time together, so I’m going to make it my mission to ensure she relishes everything I can give her—the pleasure I can wring from her body. And a sadistic part of me needs to know that no man will ever measure up to the way I plan to make her body sing, time and time again.
We talk for hours, and I laugh so much, I think I’m going to cry. When her guard is down, Faith is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. She has a wicked sense of humor that would hold up like a champ in any locker room. Not just amusing, but all-out hilarious. She does these little skits and bits, her mind flitting from one thing to another so quickly it would make your head spin, formulating correlations that speak to a sharp intellect—witty.
After putting away more food than any girl I’ve ever known, she curls up on the couch, her eyes struggling to stay open as we talk long into the night. When she only mumbles in reply, I slip my arms under her back, pulling her up into my arms.
“Let’s get you to bed. It’s been a long day.” It’s surreal that we boarded a plane in San Fran this morning.
“Don’t make me sleep alone,” she whispers. “That would be sad after taking my V-Card.”
“Faith, I couldn’t leave you alone right now if my life depended on it. You’re sleeping with me.” She buries her head in my chest, her body lax as she finally gives in to the exhaustion.
Laying her down on the bed, I crawl in beside her, finding myself in awe, not of her beauty or her banging body, but of her vulnerability. She’s unlike any woman I’ve been with, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to let go. At least for tonight, she’s mine.
Tomorrow? Well, I’ll deal with that later.