Page 29 of Oh Boy!
I oblige, and we order delivery.
Much later that evening, sated from good food and amazing sex, my thumb brushes her face as we lie in bed. I kiss her forehead. This is a stark contrast to how eagerly she went down on me and how feverishly I recreated my fantasy involving the kitchen counter.
Why is our earlier conversation nagging me?“What was your point about meeting my friends anyway?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking that… that you might be ashamed of me or something.”
“Are you kidding me? Ashamed? Are you insane? Didn’t we discuss that parading around my fans isn’t my thing? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time, babe… but you’re not a trophy.”
I kiss her like my life depends on it. “Unless you’re saying this because you’re already bored of me and want to see other people? Look, I’m being serious here… You know that I’m a selfish prick, right?” She nods, which amuses me. “We’ve never discussed it, but let me be clear: I don’t share, lie, or pretend. In case you’re wondering, I haven’t touched anyone ever since you came into the picture and expressed your…” I trail off, unsure how to phrase it.
“Need to be thoroughly fucked by the man I so thoroughly tried to get the fuck out of my system.”
“Ohhh, that! So many crude words from such a beautiful mouth,” I tease her.
“Which thoroughly enjoyed how you fucked it.” The tip of her tongue peeks out tothoroughlylick her delicious lips.
“It’s good to see you embrace your sex drive, Ms. Mitchell…” I hesitate. Is this the right moment? “I don’t want to spoil the mood, but”—I swallow my hesitation—“I’m here to listen if you want to share whatever happened that made you… wary of men. No pressure, but if this is going to be something more, you need to know that I’m on your side and you can trust me, okay?”
She tilts her head, as if absorbing this piece of information. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
I glance at her for encouragement. Her answer isn’t the one I expect.
“Soon.”
