Then, I couldn’t avoid the temptation of her, the lure of her soft smile, how she always smelled so sweet.
She’d enjoyed that way more than I anticipated. We’d been on orgasm three or four for her and still she’d come alive when I nipped that soft flesh.
Wasn’t so innocent now. If the town knew, if her mother or her brothers or, God forbid, her fucking dad found out, they’d kill me.
I shouldn’t have been proud of it. Yet, I relished this too.
Delilah Hardy had owned my heart, and now I owned taking her virginity.
She rustled in the bed where I watched her. I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “I think I love you, Lamb. I think you’re the one thing I love too much to let go.”
I wanted to think I had her heart too as I packed up to catch my flight.
We promised we’d write. I promised to find a way to tell her brothers and family. Just not now. It wasn’t right to do it now when they’d flown home to see me, when I was flying out after just a week.
We promised we’d figure it out though.
We wanted to be together.
…. Until I found out she didn’t.
* * *
Two Weeks Later
From: Dante Reid
To: Delilah Hardy
Lilah,
Sorry that I couldn’t stay longer. I told you I would call, but I won’t be able to for a while again. Missions got moved and I got moved up. I’m happy but pissed. I’m deployed again for a good while. You’ll be at UCLA by the time I’m home.
I can still come visit, right? We won’t have to sneak around there. I’d like to take you on a date or fuck you loud enough for the campus to hear.
You’re going to tell the guys at that university that you have a boyfriend, right? Shit, I should have asked you while I was home. I didn’t expect your brothers to fly in to see me. Everything happened so fast.
I have to tell them soon. Make it official.
Then, I’m thinking I need to send you a few shirts with my face on them, along with some pictures of me so that it’s clear you’re taken at that college of yours. I don’t need some ripped surfer guy trying to steal my girl.
And you are mine.
That pretty pink pussy of yours belongs to me.
Forever and ever.
Count to seven over and over again if you’re having a hard time catching your breath, Lilah.
Although, you breathing fast like I know you are now is one of the biggest turn-ons there is.
Write me back soon. I’m sick of missing you.
Dante.
* * *
From: Delilah Hardy