Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Yet, that’s what happened and I don’t regret it one bit. As we exited the cinema, Blake lent me his arm and I gratefully took it because I was limping just a bit.
“You sure you’re okay?” he growled below his breath as theater patrons streamed around us, seemingly oblivious to what we’d just done mere feet away from their silent forms.
“I’m fine,” I said in a dulcet murmur. “More than fine, in fact. That was wonderful.”
He grinned again, those blue eyes gleaming.
“It was amazing for me too, Cindy. So tell me, baby girl. When can I see you again? I’m in town for a little while before going back to New York, and I’d like to see you ASAP. As much as possible, in fact.”
I flushed hotly because in the past, I’ve only been pursued by idiotic boys who think sharing a Coke during study hall is a “date.” By contrast, I knew that Blake wouldn’t be like that at all.
“Well,” I said teasingly. “I didn’t get to show you around campus, so why don’t I take you around a bit? You’ve seen Emerson before, right?”
He threw his head back and laughed, showing off the bronzed column of his throat.
“I have, but the tours my niece gave me in the past were over in about ten minutes. I think she had better things to do,” he quips with a smile. “Why don’t you take me around on a more thorough tour?”
I smiled happily, and we set up a date and time. It was a real date this time. We’d meet up in two days by the fountain in the Main Quad.
Now, I’m here waiting for my man. Where is Blake? I’ve dressed nicely for our rendezvous, although not too nice because that would be strange for a casual get-together. I’m wearing a shapely sweater dress that highlights my curves, with woolen tights underneath and a cute pair of black boots. My hair’s in loose waves over my shoulder, and I have a lightly padded coat to keep me warm.
Suddenly, my man appears and strides towards me. He’s godawful handsome in a dark blue car coat with jeans that hang off his hips perfectly.
“Hi honey,” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to my cheek. “Am I late?” His lips are cold and the spicy scent of male musk envelops me, making me feel heady and light.
“Not at all,” I say with a smile. “You’re right in time because I wanted to show you a very important place. Come on, it’s this way,” I say, taking his arm and guiding him to the left. “It’s a little bit hidden, but it’s so cool.”
He grins as we stroll.
“I’m glad to hear you’re in good spirits, Cindy. Are you still sore down there?”
I giggle, my cheeks flushing pink.
“Yes, a little. But after our movie, I went home and took a bath with Epsom salts. It helped,” I say with a smile.
He throws his head back and laughs again, but then turns to me with a serious look.
“I want you to be comfortable Cindy. I don’t want you to feel like you’re in this alone, or that I’m not going to take care of you, because that was your first time, and I love that you gave me your cherry, Cindy. You’re a sweet, innocent girl, and I want to be there for you. You can share whatever you need to about your body with me.”
I smile at him as we continue strolling down the walkway. Ah-ha. The place I’m taking him to is about fifty feet away now, and I halt.
“Well, I’m glad you brought this up because I wanted to have a talk before we actually got to our destination. Like you mentioned, Blake, that night in the movie theater was my first time,” I say, my cheeks coloring a bit. I hope he thinks the pinkness is from the slightly nippy weather, but I know this man – he’s smarter and more intuitive than that.
A black brow raises as he looks at me.
“Sweetheart, whatever it is, it’s fine. I’m happy to talk until I’m blue in the face.”
I nod, taking a deep breath.
“That’s good because I wanted to discuss birth control actually,” I stammer, my voice almost dying to a whisper at the words “birth control.” Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing! He’s a huge, virile alpha male, and here we are in front of the Student Health Center, having an intimate discussion. Yet I need to get it out there because this is really important.
“Blake, you know I’m a virgin,” I say in a steady, quiet tone. “Being with you was amazing, and I want to do it again. But we have to use something. Last time was unexpected, so we went at it without any protection, but going forwards, contraception is not optional. I’m a fertile woman and you’re a very virile man.”