Page 21 of Sweet Virgin

I was at a loss for words, I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. Where was I going to go and how was I going to get there? That was on repeat in my head.

How could he do this to me?

No—how could I let him do this to me?

That was the question I should have been trying to answer. I had been weak, I had let emotions and false feelings sweep me away and into his arms for one night. I had let myself be vulnerable and he took total advantage of my trust in him. When all along he just wanted to cash in on a night with the celebrity virgin.

Rolling up slowly, I eyed my bag in the corner. I couldn't just sit here and feel bad for myself, I had to do something—anything.I was going to need a job, a way for me to get some extra cash to get out of this small town.

My face was on the front page of the local paper, there was no more hiding, at least not here. And after being here with him, experiencing my first real step into the wonderful world of sex; there was no way I would look at this place the same ever again.

I'd think of him every time, regardless of how much I might want to forget him, no matter how much I wanted to hate him; he had been my first true experience. I knew I'd never forget Kealen, but staying here wouldn't help at all.

Storming over to my bag, I started to grab my clothes out for the day and stuff everything else in. Cursing under my breath at everything under the sun, a bright white piece of paper flapped against the air vent of the air conditioner, catching my attention.

Leaning in, the script was written in all block letters, neatly tapped to the top. Tugging it free, I flicked the lamp on and sat back down on the floor, crossing my legs.

Allie,

I don't know where you plan to go, I don't know what you plan to do, but I do know one thing; I want to see where this goes.

I can't explain why I feel so connected to you even though we just met, I can't tell you in words the way my heart thudded when you were close to me and how hard it was for me to find the air to breathe while I laid next to you last night.

I'm sorry I had to leave before you woke, my flight was early and I couldn't find it in my heart to tell you it was time for me to go. I'm not ready to just end things this way. I want to know more, I need to know more.

You said you didn't know where you were going next, I'd like to think I do.

There's a ticket waiting for you at the airport, but it won't be there forever.

Risks are everywhere, make this one yours.

-Kealen

My jaw dropped to the floor, hanging wide open. I had never had a man who was so sweet, so rough, and so romantic even look in my direction. Then there was Kealen and this ticket to him.

My belly spun with knots and butterflies, all slamming into each other at full force. The realization had started to filter through my fogged up and delirious brain.

He didn't run off on me.

Holding the letter, I glided the paper between my fingertips, unable to put it down. A small lump caught the edge of my knuckle, taped neatly to the back. Rolling the paper over in my hand, there was three hundred dollars all folded up and secured tightly.

Who is this man?

There was so much about Kealen I didn't know and so much I wanted to find out. He made my heart skip beats, he made my chest flutter and my head spin.

He had fallen into my world and wasn't trying to run away. There wasn't a second thought in my mind, I wanted to go to him.

I wanted sweet, sweep you off your feet romance.

I wanted love and admiration.

I wanted it all.

And I wasn't going to give up on the dream. It was out there, waiting for me to find it.

Waiting for me to walk off a plane.

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