Page 43 of The C Agreement

“She sounds amazing.”

“She was. Is. I think she lives in Arizona now, but she’s still big and beautiful.”

“So, what was the other thing that changed you?”

Her lips slowly curled up, and she got an almost-dreamy look on her face.

I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this part.

“I met my first boyfriend.”

I was right. I didn’t want to hear this. I was happy for her, but I got a weird pinch in my chest at the mention of a boyfriend.

“We had a class together. I thought he was cute, and he actively pursued me. No one had ever done that before. He was so good-looking; I worried he had asked me out on some kind of bet his friends had made.”

“But he didn’t?” Was I a horrible person to almost wish the guy had asked her out because of a bet?

Yes. Yes, I was, especially since she was here with me now and not with him.

Rayne started laughing, as if she suddenly remembered something. It took her several seconds before she could talk.

“We got together to study one night. I went to his dorm room, and he must have stepped out to go to the bathroom because the door was ajar. But he had left his computer open.” She lifted her hand and gestured, as if she could actually show me what she had seen. “Right there, on his desk, staring me in the face, was the porn he’d been watching. The woman in the video was bigger than me, and that was when I realized he might really like me.”

“What happened when he came back?”

“I heard him in the hall because the volume was down low, so I shut the top of his laptop. When he walked in, the blood drained from his face, and his eyes ping-ponged around the room as he looked at his computer and back at me. It had occurred to me that he might have left it like that on purpose, but there was no way he could fake his physical reaction. He looked like he was going to crap his pants, and I had to act like I had no idea what was going on. To this day, he doesn’t know I saw that.”

My eyes widened. “You never told him?”

“Nah. We dated for a year. I was only nineteen when we broke up. If I were dating him nowadays, I would tell him, but I was embarrassed about that stuff back then.”

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. “So, you learned that you were beautiful too.”

“Yeah, I did. And once you told me you personally found me attractive, I saw no need to hide from you.” She lifted a shoulder. “It’s just that I know not everyone is going to be attracted to my body type. That happens a lot more than for thin body types, so I sometimes guard myself.”

“I’m glad you don’t have to do that with me.”

“Me too.”

Even though the thought of Rayne with her college boyfriend weirdly bothered me, I was glad she’d learned to see the beauty in herself.

A sudden thought occurred to me, and I leaned back. “He wasn’t one of the assholes who said you were bad in bed, was he?” I didn’t like to think of her with him, but if he ruined this wonderful story, I was going to be pissed.

She laughed. “No, even though I’m sure I was.” She snorted. “But so was he. We were freshmen. He tried to please me, but he didn’t know what a clit was. Or he did, but he had no clue how to find it.”

“I know what a clit is,” I stated rather smugly.

“I noticed.” She kissed my chin and lowered her voice. “I also learned that you can find out a lot about people by the porn they watch.”

Was this a hint that she wanted me to tell her what I enjoyed?

“What kind of porn do you watch?” Her first.

“I’m kind of boring. I like it when a guy is really into a woman, and I like it when a woman is really enjoying herself. A friend once told me I was putting myself in their place. That explains why I roll my eyes when I hear fake moans and noises. Why do men not care if the woman isn’t into it?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not one of those guys.”

“So, what kind of porn do you like?”

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