“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Angel. This is completely normal and I’m more than honored I get to wear it right now.” He folds over, pecking my knee. “Stay here, I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”
I nod as he stands from the bed and turns around, heading toward the bathroom. A gasp falls from my lips when I get a view of his back. “Oh my God, Shane! I’m so sorry…” His back is covered in huge scratch marks on either side, from his shoulders to his waist.
He stops, looking over his shoulder and smiles. “It was all worth it.”
He disappears into the bathroom and comes back a few seconds later with a wet cloth. He kneels between my legs and begins to wipe gently there. I hiss at the first contact, suddenly feeling the soreness Ronnie warned me about.
“I’m sorry, tell me if I’m being too rough.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m just a little sore.”
He nods and stands once more after he finishes cleaning me. Discarding the cloth in the bathroom, he then walks over to his suitcase, looking through it. Eventually he rises with a bottle of pills and takes two out. He then heads over to the mini fridge in his room and grabs a water bottle, coming back to my side and handing me both.
“Here, it will help with the soreness.”
I take them from his hands without question as a shiver runs through me. I suddenly feel cold, exposed. I’m not sure where to go from here. Ronnie and I didn’t talk about what happens after sex.Am I supposed to get up and leave? Do I stay? What do I do?
But Shane doesn’t give my mind enough time to fully spiral as he climbs back into bed on the other side, his arm wrappingaround my waist and pulling me over to him as I giggle. He takes the water bottle from my hands once I’ve finished with it and sets it on the nightstand beside him. Grabbing the blanket, he pulls it over our bodies as we cuddle together, him on his back with my head on his chest.
One of his hands plays in my hair while the other traces invisible patterns on my waist. We don’t say anything for a little moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence. I would have thought this would be awkward, but it’s not—I feel completely at peace in his arms.
“I know you said you’d never done anything with a man,” his deep voice fills the room. “But did you, you know, pleasure yourself?”
I blush as the memory comes back to me. “Once.”
His hands stop moving as he angles his head down to look at me. “Only once?”
I nod, bringing my thumb up to my mouth and biting on my nail. It’s a bad habit I do when I’m nervous. I don’t actually bite my nail off, just nibble on it. “This summer.”
His hand at my waist grabs my wrist gently, prying my nail away from my mouth. “Tell me about it. What led you to touching yourself for the first time this summer?”
My eyes widen; I wasn’t expecting him to ask for details. I’ve never done this, talk about these kinds of things, not even with my friends. Aside from the recent experience with Ronnie, sex talk is not something I’m comfortable with.
Shane must sense my hesitation because he releases my wrist and strokes my cheek. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable talking about it. I shouldn’t pry.”
“No, it’s okay. I mean we just… I should be able to tell you about this summer.” I look down at his chest, the need to hide from his intense gaze overpowering me.
I trace my own little circles on his chest, similar to what he was doing to me earlier. “It was during our time in Fiji. I had gone to my room while Ronnie stayed in the pool with Noah and Gabe, and they started… doing stuff. They probably thought I was asleep already, but I wasn’t.”
“And you listened to them?”
I shake my head, not daring to look at him out of embarrassment. His fingers reach for my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He searches my eyes for a second, before a wide grin showing his pearly whites takes over his handsome face.
“You watched them.” He’s not asking a question, he knows. “And did my little Angel enjoy watching them?” He kisses my lips.
“Yes,” I admit on a breath.
“Did you wish you were down there with them?”
I shake my head, my lips brushing against his. “No, it wasn’t about them. I…” I try to pull my face down, but he stops me, not releasing my chin.
“Tell me.”
I look into his vibrant turquoise eyes that hold no judgment, and it gives me the courage I need. “I was imagining us.” I swallow past the nerves as my body flushes. “Everything they did to her, I pictured you doing to me.”
“And you touched yourself with your hands?” I nod. “Like this?” His hand finally releases my chin and trails down my body until he reaches between my thighs, his fingers softly caressing my slick mound.
“Yes,” I moan.
