Page 48 of Sinful Promises

Even though I’d felt like my uterus was about to eject out of my vagina with every step, I’d truly loved that hike. I’d vowed there and then that I’d take every opportunity to do more outdoor stuff like that.

35) First time Roman cooked his fabulous soup for me.

And, of course:

36) First time Roman said good night, sweet dreams.

It was ridiculous that something so simple made my list. But it showed how pathetic my life had been beforehand.

37) First bike ride through Vondelpark with Roman.

That was another thing I was going to do more of—bike rides. Maybe I needed to start a list of things I will be doing from now. Like a bucket list, only it would be things that I could do over and over. Stuff that would make me get out and get my blood pumping, rather than my old life of romance books that promised fairy tale happy endings.

38) First time I’d got stoned. I silently giggled at how much fun that had been.

But my next item squeezed my heart.

39) First time I kissed Roman in the park.

But that hadn’t just been a kiss. It had been a kiss that’d moved mountains for me. It’d been a kiss that had instigated my stupid idea that he may be interested in me.

One of the air hostesses came on the loudspeaker and announced that the doors were closing and went on to detail a few other items of interest for us. I stared at the two empty seats at my side. Holy shit. My wish had been granted.

With that, I continued on to the next item on my list. One that I’d remember forever for all the right reasons.

40) First time I’d had sex on a picnic blanket in the forest.

It hadn’t even been full-blown sex. Just hand jobs. But, oh my lord, it had been incredible. Closing my eyes, I pictured the pearl of semen at the head of Luca’s penis. Now that was smoking hot.

The plane shifted, and out the window, the departure gate slinked away as we retreated from the airport. In one of the giant glass windows stood a man and woman, both holding little children in their arms, and all four of them were waving at our plane, obviously sending off someone they loved. One day I would have that.

One day.

What was my next first? Yes, I know.

41) First time zip-lining through the Black Forest.

That was another thing I was determined to do again. My mission from now on was to research every place I went to, not just for the historical aspects, but for the extreme sports. Ha! I, Daisy Chayne, was an adrenalin junkie.

Oh yes, and I’d check out more spa facilities. Especially if they were like Vabali. With that thought, I wrote:

42) First sauna.

But definitely not my last.

43) First mud bath.

Hopefully I’d get to do that again, too.

44) First time touching another woman’s tits.

As much as that was fun, I’d be happy if that was my one and only time for that experience. Rebecca, however, would be remembered forever. As would Jonas and his long schlong.

And that was it. My list of firsts. Forty-four things that had changed my life.

The plane started its takeoff. With the increased speed, I slipped back in my seat, and as London whizzed outside my window, I wondered if I’d ever be back.

Before long we’d entered that lovely space above the clouds and there was nothing but blue sky as far as I could see.

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