Page 8 of Love Harder

We were traveling full speed ahead when I probably should have slammed on the brakes. It felt right at the time, but perhaps it was too much, too soon?

Our date was a week away. But I grew impatient and wanted to see him earlier. I often wonder if this was my first mistake.

I spoke to my friends and asked their advice on inviting him over. It went against my whole not sleeping with a guy before the first date rule I have, but Ghost was different from anyone I had ever met before.

So perhaps a different set of rules should apply.

Which is why I asked him over after work.

Bunny was worried because inviting a stranger over to one’s house before meeting them in public was an HBO special in the making. I told Ghost this, so he sent her a text message. It was so sweet and confirmed that I had made the right decision.

Hey Bunny, sending this for my girl. I promise to keep her safe.

Even Bunny swooned.

This was spontaneous, and although I do live my life this way, it’s the total opposite when it comes to men. I like to plan and prepare.

I got ready, my heart in my throat the entire time.

Ghost went home after work to shower and get ready. He said he’d be at my house at 10 p.m.

At 9:58 p.m., there was a knock on my door.

I remember this moment so clearly because certain moments in your life are imprinted forevermore.

Meeting Ghost is one of those moments.

I opened the door, and when I saw him…I knew I was in so much fucking trouble.

The man I had been talking to incessantly was here, on my doorstep, and he was so much more in person. He smiled, and a dimple hit me in the solar plexus.

I was done for.

He didn’t even say hello. He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the wall, kissing the ever-living fuck out of me.

He stuck true to his word.

It was a move that every book boyfriend has done in your favorite story.

Once I believed he wasn’t going to murder me in my sleep, I sent Bunny a text. Ghost smirked when I told him I was given strict orders to check in, and when I thanked him for messaging her, he said it was a request he never had before. But he liked it because it showed him that my friends cared.

My nerves soon appeared because now that the realization that he was real, and everything he said he was, I knew that my feelings were also real.

He was beyond gorgeous as his pictures did not do him justice. And I know he liked what he saw because the moment Iput my phone away, he threw me onto the bed and showed me what a true alpha he really was.

We kissed unlike strangers, and that was because we had dissected one another prior to meeting.

I knew his secrets. And he knew mine.

So when the physical attraction was just as strong as the emotional, it resulted in the most explosive sex I’d ever had.

He kissed how I liked.

He smelled so good.

And he did things to me that I’m sure are illegal in at least ten different countries.

After all was said and done, he kissed my forehead, dragged me onto his broad chest, and said, “Come here and mold yourself to me.”

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