“Good night, you two, enjoy dinner.” Felisha starts waving us off, and Flynn looks confused as usual.

“Oh, I intend to.” I grab my bag off the table before Forrest rushes me through the bar toward the door, signaling the valet to bring his car.

As I wait fidgeting from foot to foot and looking at Forrest who is about to burst, I can’t help but feel proud. I proved to myself that the relationship between us is about more than just sex. For the two of us to last two weeks is a damn miracle. You could almost start calling me a nun.

No words are spoken in the car as I sit with my hand on Forrest’s thigh the whole way home, slowly creeping up higher the closer we get to the apartment.

Every so often he adjusts himself in the seat as it gets harder for him to drive.

As we enter the elevator, I expect him to pin me against the wall and threaten to strip me naked right here, but he stands to the side of me looking straight ahead, snorting almost like a bull about to strike.

The moment the elevator doors slide open, he strides to the apartment door and holds it open for me to enter.

Not rushing, I walk past him and drop my bag on the foyer table as I proceed to take off one shoe and then the next, leaving them as I continue walking down the hallway to the bedrooms. Ever so slowly, I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it, and then a few steps later, I slide my silk shirt over my head, swirling it in the air a few times above my head and throwing it behind me. Not once do I stop and look backward because I can hear Forrest’s heavy breathing and appreciative grunt as he follows me, now walking in just my cream lace underwear.

Stopping at my door, I turn and face him, one hand leaning on the door frame above my head and the other hand on my hip.

“Ready to kiss me good night at my door?” I ask in my most super-sweet voice.

“Don’t play with me, Harper.” His voice indicates his sheer desperation.

“Oh, I think I’ve already done my fair share of that tonight, wouldn’t you agree?” Leaning forward, I take his hand and place it on my bare stomach.

“You have to say the word… I promised, you have to tell me what you want.” He is barely hanging on by a thread, and to be honest, so am I.

“I want you to make love to me, Forrest. Not fuck me hard, but sweet, long-lasting lovemaking like we have never done before. Do you think you can do that for me?” Now taking his hand, I pull him past my room and straight into his.