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I know I have no other dates to compare it to, but come on!

That was living out a fairy tale.

He’s so sweet and funny, and he made me PB&J sandwiches and cookies and…

Sighing like some lovestruck teen, I do a dreamy twirl, reliving every second of our date until I’m flopped on my bed and dreaming about the way his tongue felt against mine.

His kisses.

Oh my gosh, his kisses!

And he wanted more.

He didn’t want to take me back to his place because he thought he couldn’t control himself around me.

That’s nuts.

Like… he wants my body.

Running my hands over my breasts, I give them a gentle squeeze, a nervous titter bursting out of me at how tingly they feel. Seriously, as much as the idea of going all the way with a guy scares me… the prospect of going all the way with Wily is tantalizing.

Do I want that with him?

Yes! Hell yes!

Sucking in a shaky breath, I hold it, wading through a plethora of emotions from panicked anxiety to outright lust.

I’m not sure when or if it will ever happen with Wily, but at least I know this much—I do want it.

I just have to find the courage to let it happen.

CHAPTER 31

WILY

So, my spank bank is usually filled by porn videos or reliving a particularly spicy encounter. But when I got home from my date with Satch, it was absolutely necessary to lock my bedroom door and have myself a session.

And the only thing on my mind was Satch’s luscious body. I couldn’t help mentally peeling off her clothes and picturing what was underneath. My fantasies of her cries of pleasure as I made her come had me pumping my dick like a piston.

I’m still thinking about those curves of hers as I stand on the football field, trying to concentrate on practice. All I can do is picture us standing in the center, dancing to her sweet tunes, then what it would have been like to lay her down on that picnic blanket and…

Oh shit, I want to make her come.

I want her to experience every good thing sex has to offer.

But I didn’t take that chance.

It’s too soon for her. I know it is.

She’s only had one decent make-out session.

And holy fuck, it was hot!

Her tongue is crazy fine, and I couldn’t pull away from her.

I thought about it a bunch of times as we were standing in that snow, her feet no doubt starting to freeze the way mine were.

But I just couldn’t do it.