Page 20 of Ice Palace Prince
Sean nodded. “Yeah.”
“I would never have guessed,” I replied. “You always seemed so confident.”
“Hard to win debates, or pump up a crowd, if you can’t project that,” he said.
“That’s true.”
“You don’t need to pretend around me,” I said.
He smiled. “Thank you.”
I thought back to the night before, and remembered how readily Sean had been willing to take a knot. Had it been because he wanted it, or was it because he’d tied his self-esteem to fuckability?
A man as wonderful as him should never feel like their worth is in spreading their legs.
“You’ve got a serious look on your face,” he said.
“Just making a decision,” I replied.
“About what?”
I shook my head. “We’ll discuss it later, after dinner.”
“Umm…”
I smiled. “It’s nothing bad. I promise. It’s just not something to talk about over dinner. Ok?”
He relaxed slightly. “Ok.”
If Sean still wanted sex, then I would gladly take him to bed. But I never wanted him to feel obligated, and I needed to figure out a way to convince him of that.
There would never be a day that I didn’t want him. But I wanted all of him, not just the part tied to physical pleasure.
I wanted everything with him: a long future, a family, seeing him round with our children. But none of that mattered if I couldn’t make him see how incredible he was.
