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I smiled down at him, running both my hands over his chest as I did.

“I’m really glad you decided to stay for that glass of wine,” I told him.

“I am, too,” he said. “Really, you have no idea.”

I slid off him, climbing up the mattress to lay my head on his chest.

There were so many things going through my head, and I was glad guilt wasn’t one of them. I didn’t have a single regret of what I had just done, and I was, in fact, proud of myself for doing it. I had waited until I found the person I felt was the right one, and I had done what I wanted to do.

There was no need for me to feel anything but happy about it now, right?

After all, this meant something. I didn’t know what, but as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, smelling his rich musk as I did, I knew that this had to mean something. I didn’t want to talk about it right now. I didn’t want to feel anything but the pure bliss that I felt lying on his chest.

This was all I wanted.

I could be happy with this.

I just knew it.