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She swallows. “When was the last time you…you know?”
“When I was twenty-nine,” I tell her.
She gasps, her mouth falling open, giving me carnal ideas even as we hover in this place of affection.
“Are you serious?”
“I told you at the beginning. I’ll never lie to you.”
Ask me if I want children with you. Ask me if I love you.
The unspoken words keep coming.
“That was eleven years ago,” she says, something like awe in her voice. “Why did you wait so long?”
“I’ve never enjoyed casual sex,” I tell her. “I’ve never tried it, but I knew I wouldn’t enjoy it. I think it should mean something.”
She blinks, eyes glistening. “Me too.”
“I told you I tried to pretend and make myself believe it meant something. But it never did. So I stopped getting into relationships…and that’s why it’s been so long since I had sex.”
She keeps staring as though there are countless things she wants to say.
I will for her to do it, to either shatter the illusion or prove it true.
“Do you see, Freya?” I stroke my hand over her head, taming some of her beautifully wayward strands of hair. “It’s going to be special for me too. And not just because it’s been so long. I’ve never felt this…and I know it will translate to the bedroom. I know it willfeelas new for me as it is for you.”
She slowly smiles as if she’s unsure of letting herself. “And you’re telling the truth?”
“I swear…”
I was about to sayI swear on our future children, but I cut myself short.
What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she never does?
“I’ll never lie to you. You don’t deserve that. You deserve the truth.”
“Thank you,” she mutters. “Really. That means a lot.”
“So…,” I nod to my shoulder. “Are you going to get started?”
“It’s just a simple piece, isn’t it?” she says, with the air of more talking to herself than me. “A heart…not even filled in? Just half of it?”
“Whatever you like,” I say, letting my hand drop from her face and then leaning over and laying a soft kiss on her cheek.
Ithasto be soft, or I won’t be able to stop myself from sliding my hand up her leg, between her legs, over her body.
“It’s the symbolism I care about,” I tell her. “Every time I look at the tattoo, I’ll think of our first time. I’ll feel it as the tattoo heals. I’ll never forget.”
“Are we…” She pauses, biting down, “going to have more thanone, uh, time, do you think?”
My manhood pulses, rock-solid, aching.
“Yes,” I say passionately, causing my woman to flinch under the force of my lust. “And so you know, Freya, I consider us exclusive. The second you agreed to be my girlfriend, I was certain, andnoother man touches you…understand?”
She nods so eagerly that I almost tell her the full extent of my want right there.
“I agree,” she whispers. “I want that too.”
