her over fair and square. I’ll tell her how I feel and let her choose, but there is no way I’ll be able to live with it if she picks him.
N eeding time to think, I drive home. I have to at least prevent her from sleeping with him tonight, so I get out my phone and text her.
Mayb e she’ll see it before she decides how far to go with him, and she’ll definitely be deciding where to draw the line. He’ll make sure of that.
Me: Hi, Bryn. I wanted to tell you that I’m looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow. Be safe, and remember … it’s too soon … you’re too special not to wait.
Surely that will shake her up and make her question how far to go with him. I might have to hear the damn “B” word again but not for long.
Honest Intentions
Brynlee
Ian gets me to dance with him a few times, and I know it’s so he can touch me. It’s as if no one is around when he’s looking at me or holding me tight. He only had one beer, but I’ve had a few too many, and he’s giving me the look again from across the booth.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” he ask s.
“Yes . I’ve had a really good time.”
“So have I, Brynlee .”
On the way to my apartment, I pull out my ph one. I have a text from Drew, so I open it. Unbelievable. If he thinks I’m so special, then why didn’t he ever ask me out on a romantic date? He doesn’t get to tell me what to do.
“Would you lik e to come in again?” I ask him as he drives. What am I doing? Defying Drew, that’s what. “My roommate is out of town this weekend.” Why did I tell him that?
H e takes a glimpse at me, casting an alluring look.
“Of course I’d like to.”
While I’m trying to open the door to my apartment, I feel his breath on my neck. He’s doing this on purpose.
We sit together on the couch, and I’m facing him. I have one foot on the floor while my other leg is flat on the cushion and bent toward me at the knee. His arm is stretched out on the back of the couch, but as soon as I’m situated, that hand is in my hair, his fingertips rubbing behind my ear.
T he alcohol makes me brave enough to ask an important question that’s been on my mind.
“ Have you been in a lot of relationships?”
He scrunches his brow as if he’s thinking about what he should say, but then he grins.
“No, I haven’t. None, actually.”
I bite on my lip. “Why is that?”
“Up to this point, there hasn’t been a woman I’ve wanted one with. Also, law school is demanding. I didn’t have extra time to put into a relationship.”
“Hmmm.”
“What are you pondering?” he asks.
“This is not the sort of thing I can easily t alk about, but when I’m with you, I feel bolder. Maybe it’s because you’re confident and tell it to me like it is. I believe that, anyway.”
“I do, so what is it you want to say?”
“I was thinking that you seem like a highly sexual person. Meaning, I don’t think you’d go long without it, so that gives me the impression you’ve been with a lot of women.”
He chuckles. “I think you’re playing dirty now, but I’ll tell you how it is. Yes, I’ve been with a lot of women, and no, I haven’t kept them around.”
“So, Mr. Williams, then w hat are your intentions with me?”
“That’s where I’m troubled.”
“You’re troubled?” I ask, sounding surprised. I have to hear this. “I thought I was the one in trouble with you.”
“I know this is only our third da te, but I don’t want them to stop. I’ve never worried before about my time with a woman coming to an end. Is that honest enough for you?”
I feel a lump in my throat. I believe him.
“Why is that troubling?” I ask.
“It’s an uncomfo rtable feeling. I guess a vulnerable one.”
“I don’t want our date s to end, either.”
His hand in my hair slides across the back of my neck . His thumb and pointer finger apply just the right amount of pressure for it to be erotic, sending a titillating jolt
N eeding time to think, I drive home. I have to at least prevent her from sleeping with him tonight, so I get out my phone and text her.
Mayb e she’ll see it before she decides how far to go with him, and she’ll definitely be deciding where to draw the line. He’ll make sure of that.
Me: Hi, Bryn. I wanted to tell you that I’m looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow. Be safe, and remember … it’s too soon … you’re too special not to wait.
Surely that will shake her up and make her question how far to go with him. I might have to hear the damn “B” word again but not for long.
Honest Intentions
Brynlee
Ian gets me to dance with him a few times, and I know it’s so he can touch me. It’s as if no one is around when he’s looking at me or holding me tight. He only had one beer, but I’ve had a few too many, and he’s giving me the look again from across the booth.
“Are you ready to get out of here?” he ask s.
“Yes . I’ve had a really good time.”
“So have I, Brynlee .”
On the way to my apartment, I pull out my ph one. I have a text from Drew, so I open it. Unbelievable. If he thinks I’m so special, then why didn’t he ever ask me out on a romantic date? He doesn’t get to tell me what to do.
“Would you lik e to come in again?” I ask him as he drives. What am I doing? Defying Drew, that’s what. “My roommate is out of town this weekend.” Why did I tell him that?
H e takes a glimpse at me, casting an alluring look.
“Of course I’d like to.”
While I’m trying to open the door to my apartment, I feel his breath on my neck. He’s doing this on purpose.
We sit together on the couch, and I’m facing him. I have one foot on the floor while my other leg is flat on the cushion and bent toward me at the knee. His arm is stretched out on the back of the couch, but as soon as I’m situated, that hand is in my hair, his fingertips rubbing behind my ear.
T he alcohol makes me brave enough to ask an important question that’s been on my mind.
“ Have you been in a lot of relationships?”
He scrunches his brow as if he’s thinking about what he should say, but then he grins.
“No, I haven’t. None, actually.”
I bite on my lip. “Why is that?”
“Up to this point, there hasn’t been a woman I’ve wanted one with. Also, law school is demanding. I didn’t have extra time to put into a relationship.”
“Hmmm.”
“What are you pondering?” he asks.
“This is not the sort of thing I can easily t alk about, but when I’m with you, I feel bolder. Maybe it’s because you’re confident and tell it to me like it is. I believe that, anyway.”
“I do, so what is it you want to say?”
“I was thinking that you seem like a highly sexual person. Meaning, I don’t think you’d go long without it, so that gives me the impression you’ve been with a lot of women.”
He chuckles. “I think you’re playing dirty now, but I’ll tell you how it is. Yes, I’ve been with a lot of women, and no, I haven’t kept them around.”
“So, Mr. Williams, then w hat are your intentions with me?”
“That’s where I’m troubled.”
“You’re troubled?” I ask, sounding surprised. I have to hear this. “I thought I was the one in trouble with you.”
“I know this is only our third da te, but I don’t want them to stop. I’ve never worried before about my time with a woman coming to an end. Is that honest enough for you?”
I feel a lump in my throat. I believe him.
“Why is that troubling?” I ask.
“It’s an uncomfo rtable feeling. I guess a vulnerable one.”
“I don’t want our date s to end, either.”
His hand in my hair slides across the back of my neck . His thumb and pointer finger apply just the right amount of pressure for it to be erotic, sending a titillating jolt
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