Page 54 of Worth the Risk

“Is it bad?” I ask.

“I took some ibuprofen. I’ll be good in a day or so. I got my period Monday morning, and the cramping usually only lasts about a day or so.”

I know nothing when it comes to these things. The past few days away from her have me aching, and I can’t wait to come back and sink balls deep into her to show her how much I missed her.

How long do these things last, anyway?

“I know what you’re thinking.” She giggles. “Don’t worry. My period only lasts about four days. I should be fine when you get back.”

She knows me well already.

“Thank fuck. I need to be inside you. This is a dry spell for me.” Her face falls, and I know I said something she didn’t like.

What that is, though, I’ve no clue.

“What’s wrong, Kylie?”

“I want to ask you something, but at the same time, I don’t know if I want to hear the answer.”

“Just ask, then, if it will make you feel better. Not sure what you wouldn’t want to hear.” A thought hits me. “If you think I’ve been with someone else while I’ve been here, I promise you, I haven’t.” I’m hurt, though, that she’s quick to imagine the worst of me. I gave her my word. Plus, she’s the only one I want.

“No, no. That’s not it. But I’m happy to hear that,” she says and smiles.

I’m glad she trusts me.“Then what is it?”

“You said this was a dry spell for you. Just how many girls have you been with?” she asks, hesitant.

Whoa. How do I answer this?Also, why would she want to know that?

“Enough,” is the answer I give.

She says nothing, and her silence tells me she’s waiting for more.

“My past is my past, Kylie. I was not celibate before I met you. But you’re my girlfriend now, and none of what I did before you matters. It’s me and you. The past doesn’t define or change our present or our future.”

A big smile brightens her face.I must have said something right.

“You just called me your girlfriend,” she says.

Did I?

Yes, I did. And it feels… right.

“Does that make you my boyfriend?”

Hmm… I guess it does. I don’t want anyone else.

“It does.”

Her face lights up even more, and I love that I’m the one making it that way.

I suddenly recall wanting her to elaborate on something she said. “You never told me the story behind the word Adonis. You can’t keep avoiding it. Tell me.”

She hides her face behind her hand. “Oh God. I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

I laugh at her reaction.She’s cute when she is bashful.“Come on, tell me.”

She removes her hand and says, “When I first saw you, I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever met. The first word that came to my mind was that you were an Adonis. I really wish Sierra wouldn’t have said that to me. You weren’t supposed to know.”

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