Page 33 of Blue Moon

“No, of course not. We’ve only known each other for a few days. I think you’re gorgeous, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. At first, I thought you were just a cocky jerk, but now I see that it’s just façade you present to the world. You’re a good man, Sawyer—kind, caring, sensitive. I liked the way you took care of me in the plane and after the flight. And the way you interacted with those kids at the show. I think I could fall in love with you if we spent more time together. But that’ll never happen. You’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m staying here. It is what it is. So, let’s just enjoy the time we have left.” She stroked my arm making my already hard cock throb.

I was dumbfounded. What was happening right now? What did she see in me that I didn’t see in myself? Could I really become the man she thought I was? Did I even want to?

I closed my eyes and took a moment.

The shocking answer was yes.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to run away from a woman. Usually, one-night stands were full of awkwardness and regret. I saw the sad looks on these women’s faces when they asked when I would be in town next. When I would answer, “not for a year or two,” I would always get a reluctant nod. I didn’t want to break anyone’s heart, but my life was what it was.

I wanted to be the man Sol thought I was, though I doubted that she was right. Maybe I was just an arrogant motherfucker who could never get close to a woman and would always push her away. But maybe, just maybe, I was how she saw me—a decent man.

I wanted to try for her.

She gripped my thigh. “I still want to sleep with you tonight. Honestly, I’ve wanted that since we met, but I decided for sure earlier today. I’m ready.”

But I’m not.God help me. I was about to turn down sex for the first time in my life. The even bigger irony was that I had never wanted to have sex with anyone more than I wanted to sleep with Sol.

I kissed her softly, enjoying the simplicity of this kiss. But then I took her hands in mine and sat down in front of her.

“I’m not going to sleep with you tonight.”

She blinked back tears.

“Hey, don’t cry, babe. It’s not that I don’t want to, because believe me, I do. I want to so badly. In fact, I’ve never wanted to have sex with anyone more than I want to have sex with you.”

Her face widened into a smile. “Then, come on.” She straddled me on the bed and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. She kissed me again and pressed her pussy against my cock. “What’s stopping you? I want you; you want me. I won’t regret it.”

I wanted to throw her down on the bed and make love to her all night long. Fuck her so hard that she’d be mine forever. Make her come. Knowing that she had only ever been with me would be the best gift I could ever have.

If I could be worthy of her love, maybe I could love myself.

“Yes, you will. You’ll regret it tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, you will regret it in two weeks from now or two months from now. You just told me you wanted to wait until you were in love and in a stable relationship with someone. That makes perfect sense. I think you should do that.”

She pursed her lips and nodded her head really fast as if she was going to cry. “I understand. You’re right. It’s probably for the best. I wanted you to be my first, though. I’m crazy about you.”

Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be your first, just not yet.

“Oh, babe, I’m going to take your virginity. I’m not going to let another man touch you. But not until you tell me you love me.”

Her eyes opened wide, and I stared at her long, dark lashes. Could this woman really be mine?

“What are you talking about? You said that you don’t have relationships. Ever. Plus, you’re leaving for Seattle tomorrow, and I’m staying here.”

“Yup, I’m going to Seattle, but you’re coming with me.” I exhaled. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to ask her this. “Will you be my girlfriend, Sol?”

Her gaze narrowed. “You’re messing with me. What are you talking about? I can’t go with you. My life is here.”

I laughed. “Not to be a dick, but what life? You said you have no friends, your family is traveling, and the person you talk to most is your PR agent. You spend your day in your condo posting Instagram shots.” Her face fell as my harsh words hit her. I took her hand. “Follow me on the tour. You can post pictures from all the landmarks. Hell, I’ll even take the damn pictures if you agree to be mine.”

I couldn’t believe I’d had just said that—I was about to become a fucking Instagram boyfriend. I used to mock those men I’d seen taking hundreds of shots of their girlfriends. But now, I understood them—they just wanted to make their women happy.

Like I wanted to make Sol happy.

A big smile graced her gorgeous face. She tackled me on the bed and kissed me. Joy rippled through me, just like how I’d felt the night Beck had called me to say, “Welcome to the squad, asshole.”

“Yes! Oh my gosh, Sawyer, I’d love to.” She kissed me and jumped into my lap. “I have so much to do. I have to get home and pack. And book my flight. Oh, I can do that now.”

She tried to grab her phone, but I pulled her back into my arms. “Babe, you’re flying with me.”

“Fine, but no more tricks. I don’t want to puke again.”

“Deal. Instead, I’ll show you some tricks now. I’m not done with you tonight.”

I cupped her face with my hands and kissed her, my girlfriend, on her lips. The pressure in my balls built up and I was dying to fuck her or at least have her suck my cock. But I remembered how long I’d waited during tryouts for the Angels and reminded myself to be patient. Good things come to those who wait. And I was willing to wait for this beautiful woman to fall in love with me.