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it?” I ask, squeezing my inner
thighs together to try and relieve my arousal.
    He stands aside. “Not until you are one
hundred percent ready. I won’t let this moment become an instant
gratification between us. That’s one of the places we screwed up
before. And I don’t want another screwed up round, Scar.” He looks
at me with all sincerity. “With you, I want forever.”
    That is the most beautiful thing anyone has
ever said to me, and I feel the tears burn in the back of my eyes.
But even as beautiful as it is, and even as amazed as I am at his
newfound self-control, the rejection stings. “I don’t know if I’m
ready for that yet.”
    “I know you’re not ready for that yet,” he
says.
    “How would you know that?” I narrow my eyes
at him.
    “I see the hesitation in your eyes. But
until you are ready, may I continue to date you?”
    “You’re not making a very good impression on
me if that’s what you want,” I say.
    “I don’t care to make a good impression. I
want to make an everlasting one.”
    He really is serious about this. “So does
this mean no sex until I’m ready?”
    “I believe we’ve already established that
we’re compatible in that area, wouldn’t you agree?” He smirks.
    Boy is that ever true, but that’s beside the
point. “You know, why do you always have to be the one in charge?
Can’t you give up the control a little for once and let me take
over?”
    “I did give you control. You tell me when
you’re ready, and I’ll spread your legs wide apart and sink my cock
into your tight pussy, thrusting into you so many times you’ll
never want to kiss another man ever again. Not even to hurt me.
It’s up to you.”
    “Stop talking like that,” I say.
    He gets a puzzled look on his face. “I’m
sorry. Did I offend you?”
    “No, you’re freaking turning me on, okay!
How am I supposed to come down from this?”
    “I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
    “But this isn’t fair!” I yell.
    “Why not?” he asks.
    “Because you’re setting up the rules!”
    “Do you have a new set of rules you would
like to suggest?” He stares at me with a blank glare.
    “As a matter of fact I didn’t have time to
come up with them in the past few seconds,” I retort.
    “Well, you might want to ask your date to
take you home and then you can get to work on those rules. I’m sure
he’s wondering where you are. Maybe he was even hoping he’d get
lucky tonight. Hell, if you kissed me like that, I’d definitely
think you had other things in mind.” There’s a sharp edge to his
voice, and it makes me feel guilty now because I was trying to hurt
Michael. But for some reason, I feel I have to defend Spencer.
    “He’s not like that,” I seethe.
    “Like what? A man who notices how fucking
sexy you are, and who just by looking at you doesn’t get a
hard-on?”
    I walk up to him, wind my arm up, and slap
him as hard as I can across the face. It feels really good to
finally get some of the frustration out, and for the moment, before
the guilt sets in, which it will momentarily, I’m going to fully
enjoy it.
    “You can go to hell!” I yell.
    “I’m already there, baby!”
    If I don’t get out of here soon, I’m going
to kill him! Or make him fuck me. What is wrong with me?
    I swing the door open and storm back to the
bar. When Spencer sees me, he smiles warmly. Why can’t Michael be a
little more like him? Reasonable. Friendly. Easy to talk to. But
then again I’m reminded of how little spark there is between
Spencer and me. The only thing I have felt is when I kissed him,
and that was nothing compared to what I feel when Michael just
looks at or touches me.
    I signal to the bartender to bring me three
more shots of tequila, and a few seconds later, I’m swigging them
down.
    “Are you alright?” Spencer asks.
    “Can we go home? I’m not feeling all that
well,” I say.
    “Of course,” he says, rising to his feet
right away. We get our jackets, and head to the