And I am suddenly hit with the realization that now, as of tonight, now that I’ve had my hands and mouth on this body, now that I’ve made her come apart, and now that she’s been vulnerable like this, and we have shared this very intimate moment, I’m not getting over this.
I’m not getting over her.
If we actually have sex, I will be in very, very deep.
Too deep.
I probably already am.
With Scott Hansen’s daughter.
There are some things I need to come to terms with before I go any further and let Mia think this is more serious. Okay, before I let myself think this is more serious. It’s only fair to both of us that I make sure I can deal with everything that would come with a relationship between us.
Like not liking my would-be future father-in-law.
“So about taking your shirt off…” she says.
I shake my head.
“A lot of the fun of sex is the anticipation. The buildup. The foreplay. How about we take a rain check on me losing my clothes?” I ask.
I don’t want to not sleep with her. I just need to be fully honest about what this means. First with myself. Then with her.
But yeah…first with myself.
Do I want to do this?
With her lying here, sweet and amazing and post-orgasmic, yes. But I need to be sure. And maybe not pressed right up next to her near-naked body when I decide.
Her eyebrows arch. “I don’t even get to look at you naked?”
I chuckle. Yeah, slowing things down is a good idea for my common sense…and my heart…but it might be fun too. I nod. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna make you wait.”
She huffs out a frustrated breath. “This is bullshit.”
I laugh. “Well, this way, we’re both definitely going to want to see each other again soon, right? Considering how well tonight went?”
She looks up at me thoughtfully. “Does that mean that I don’t have to come up with ways of tricking you into being in the same place at the same time I’m there so we can pretend we’re just bumping into one another?”
I know what she’s asking. She wants to know if I’m done playing games.
It’s a fair question.
And the answer is yes.
“I want to see you every day. No matter where you are or what you’re doing,” I tell her honestly.
She hesitates for a moment, watching my face. Then asks. “No matter who I’m with?”
I take a second to answer, and I know she knows why. “With very few exceptions,” I say honestly. “And I’m going to work on that. Okay?”
She smiles, and there’s a touch of concern in her expression. She knows where I’m coming from, and I’m glad we shared everything we did from the very beginning.
“Okay.” She lifts and presses her lips to mine. “You’re a really good guy, David.”
I kiss her back, but then say playfully, “Don’t be fooled. I’m still the bad boy that you’re obsessed with, don’t worry.”
Her smile grows. “Big talker.”
