Page 85 of Be My First

Chapter Thirty-Two

Bode

Iknock on her doorin an hour. She opens it wearing a silky robe. As soon as my eyes fall on her, she flushes a little. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, of course.”

She looks nervous. Her eyes fall on a bag in my hand.

“What’s that?” she asks.

“We’ll get to it later.”

I study her face. I wish she didn’t look so nervous.

“Can I come in?”

She takes a step back. “Oh yes, come in.”

I follow her inside and shut the door. Her room is similar to mine in layout, but the furnishings are different. A large four poster bed sits at the center of the room. She has the doors to the balcony open so the breeze can float in. I walk to her nightstand and set down the bag.

“Here.” She picks up two glasses of wine from the dresser and hands me one.

“Little early in the day,” I say as I take it from her.

She gives me a look. “I think we’re going to need it.”

I nod and take a sip. She’s not wrong. “You can’t get drunk.”

She gives me another look. “I won’t.”

I take another sip and then say, “We need to talk.”

Her face falls. “You aren’t backing out? Please don’t. I mean, it’s your body – I’m not trying to pressure you. You shouldn’t do something you don’t want. I’ll be disappointed, but you should do what you feel is right. God, I’m rambling. I’ll stop...rambling.”

I chuckle. “No. I’m not backing out.” I pause to take another sip of my drink and say, “I should, but I’m not.”

She lets out a sigh of relief.

“But we need to talk first,” I continue.

She sets her wine glass down. “Okay, let’s talk.”

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