Page 107 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“Like that, we used to sneak to y’all school too for football games, and I used to watch you play.”

I chuckled. “You’re cap.”

She laughed. “Not cap. I always thought you were cute and wondered what it was like to be with you. I always thought I wasn’t your type because I wasn’t fucking like the other girls. Yeah, you complimented me, but I knew I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”

I looked down at my arm, looking at the empty IV. “You ain’t never liked a nigga like that.”

She made me look at her by raising my chin with her index finger. “I did… and still do.”

I sighed and moved her finger away. “I gotta confess some shit you don’t know ‘bout me,” I told her.

“What is it?”

“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve been on drugs, hard drugs. I’ve run through a lot of women, including your friends. I’ve watched you over the years blossom into a woman. But not how you think. I know who you’ve dated. I know you got further than they should with you. I’ve known your moves before you even knew them. I been on some creep shit when it came to you, and if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry.”

She laughed. “So, you’ve been stalking me?”

I chuckled. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”

She glared at me. “I’m not mad or creeped out. That just means you know me. I don’t care if you’ve been with my friends either. They’re nobody.” She leaned in and kissed me, catching me off guard. I kissed her back. The kiss turned passionate, but I pulled away.

“You movin’ fast, ma,” I said lowly, still surprised I’d just kissed the woman of my dreams.

“No, I’m moving how I should have moved years ago. Remember what you said to me in the club years ago? The answer is yes.” She started kissing me again.

I raised an eyebrow. “You drunk or the doc gave you meds too?”

She laughed. “No, silly.”

“You know how to take a port out?”

“I can try,” she said softly.

“Take this out and come shower with me.”

“O-okay,” she said nervously.

She found the gauze the doctor had left and slowly pulled out the port.

I looked at her and smirked. “Thanks, nurse.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right.”

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom first. I walked behind her, and all I could think was damn, am I dreaming? I had to pinch myself. This shit was real.

I walked into the bathroom right when she lifted off her shirt.

No bra, titties perfect and not too big. I knew she had a breast reduction and tummy tuck. She had documented it on her social media. She was still thick as fuck. She slid down her leggings and stood in front of me in her pink panties.

She snickered. “You like what you see?” she asked, mocking me from the night before.

“Hell yeah. Get in, I’ll meet you there.”

I liked how she wasn’t shy. She was confident. Now I was curious how far this was about to go.

I watched her get in and let the water hit her. I took a well-needed piss then brushed my teeth.

She was washing her body by the time I was done. As soon as I stepped in, she pulled me close to her. Shit was crazy because I never let women shower with me.