He’s still staring straight ahead, not looking at me even as he begins speaking. “I fucking want to. It’s unbelievable that you, of all women, do this to me. That last night happened and all I can think about is doing it again.” He finally turns his gaze to me and grabs my face with his large hand. “We’ll take it slow.” He rubs his nose across mine once. “Very slow.”

I smile just before he presses his lips to mine gently.

Two weeks later, I lost my virginity to Jacob Price.

I’m staring at Jacob as he sleeps soundly on his stomach with both hands under his pillow facing me and I can’t help but study him. He’s got a bit more stubble, probably meaning he didn’t shave yesterday which feels amazing between my legs so I’m not complaining. His lips are slightly parted and his soft breathing seems to calm me. His wavy brown hair is messy and sexy definitely from my incessant pulling last night and I drag my fingers through his strands. I stroke his forehead, trying to rid the worry lines that seem to be forming in his sleep. I press a kiss there and then to his temple. The one cheek I can access. The tip of his nose. I brush my lips against his as best I can and then he moans and pulls me closer to him. We are both completely naked so I rub against his cock as he pulls us closer and I whimper when I feel him hardening against my leg.

His eyes open slowly and a sleepy smile finds his face when he sees me looking back at him and pulls me deeper into his arms. “I want to wake up to this face every day for the rest of my life.”

I melt. “Me too.” I rub my nose down his neck and press my face into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. I inhale his manly scent and let out a sigh. “I want to stay in this bed with you forever and hide out from everyone.”

He pulls back to make me look at him, stroking my face with one hand. “We can’t hide anymore.”

“I know. I just feel like hell is about to break loose.”

He sits up and pulls me up with him and brings me into his lap. “Hey, everything is going to be okay.” He presses his forehead against mine. “It’s going to be you and me in the end.”

“You and me,” I repeat.