Page 128 of Finding Storm

And she pulls away.

Her hand and mouth gone.

I watch as she climbs back onto the bed, sitting on her knees, her hair down and loose around her shoulders.

She’s like every single wet dream I’ve ever had.

“Do you have a condom?” she says the words so softly that I wouldn’t have heard if I hadn’t been paying close attention to her, like I always do.

Honestly, I almost come right then on the spot.

I knew this time was different. I just didn’t know it was going in this direction.

We haven’t had sex yet. We’ve done everything but. And I just figured, with me leaving tomorrow, that it wouldn’t happen.

But it seems Stevie has other plans.

“You want to have sex?”

She looks me in the eye. “No. I want you to fuck me.”

My heart sinks. I know what she’s doing, and I’m not down for it.

She’s trying to detach herself from the situation, so she won’t feel. I’ve done it a hundred times before.

“No. I won’t fuck you.” I step up to the bed and take her face in my hands. I stare down at her. “I’ll have sex with you. Make fucking love to you. But I won’t fuck you, babe.”

Her eyes close. She’s hiding her feelings from me, and I hate it.

I hate this whole fucking situation, but I don’t know how to make it better.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes open. I can see the glisten of pain in them.

It makes my chest feel like it’s cracking wide open.

I lean down and press my lips to hers. “I’m sorry,” I say against them.

“Don’t, Storm … please.”

I hear the tremble in her voice, so I do as she asked, and I don’t say the words I want to say—I’m sorry I have to leave. I don’t know how I’m going to when the time comes. I wish things were different.

“Just be with me tonight,” she whispers. “I want to feel you inside me.”

God, I want that too.

But, honestly, I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

It feels hard now, knowing I’m leaving her.

What the hell will it feel like once I know what it’s like to be inside her?

But I also know I’ll regret it forever if I don’t.

I press my forehead to hers, and looking into her eyes, I say, “Okay.”

I get a condom from my wallet, and when I turn back, Stevie is still waiting on her knees on the bed, where I left her.