Like, I repeat in my mind. He saidlike.
But it doesn’t do much to diffuse his words. It’s like he’s skirting closer to the thing I want to hear most.
“Maybe I would’ve been okay with that,” I murmur.
He nods. “Maybe. As I said, I regret it.”
“I probably would’ve frozen anyway,” I go on.
“Have you ever… you know, tried before?”
“Just after high school. I had a boyfriend for a couple of months, and obviously, he wanted to. But it never worked.”
“Worked?”
“Him, I mean…he had issues.”
“Ah, I see. I've heard that it happens to a lot more men than people think.”
“Has it ever happened to you?”
“Yeah, after you know…,” he says. “But I can’t imagine it happening when I’m with you. Just the thought of you has me so hard I feel like my dick’s going to explode.”
I laugh. “Nowthatwould be a sight to see.”
“Why didn’t he try a pill or something?”
“He was too proud,” she shrugs. “We were never right for each other anyway. It was more like I thought I had to have a boyfriend, you know, instead of actually wanting one?”
“And you’ve been single ever since?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Single and a virgin.”
He reaches over, grabbing my leg. I moan as his hot palm burns through the fabric of my dress, into my thigh, whispering up my leg and over my sex, tingling and hot and driving me crazy right away.
“That’s exactly how I like you. Except for the single part.”
“What, you don’t want me finding anybody else?” I say with a joking tone.
He looks at me seriously, his intense eyes seeming to blaze impossibly fiercer.
“No, I don’t. In fact, you’re my girlfriend now.”
I laugh as delight and disbelief compete inside of me. “Oh, really? Just like that?”
“I’m not joking.” He tightens his grip on my thigh. “You’re my girlfriend now.”
“What if I disagree?”
He moves his hand slowly up my thigh, closer to my sex, making me shift around in my seat as I wish we were back in the bedroom.
“Do you?”
“No,” I say. “I’m absolutely fine with being your girlfriend. I just hope….”
“What?”
“It’s real. All of it.”