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“See you in 15,” he says

I hang up, as if there’s any point in that I’m screwed One hundred percent royally screwed

Dazed, I glance at the still untouched pudding

Last night, ason today Clayton Mattheants to seehere myself to do it?

Absentmindedly I wind my spoon around the brown liquid

Maybe I don’t have to be so over-the-top about this After all, hadn’t I finally overcoer ain And no, I won’t die as an old lady virgin either And actually, the experience hadn’t been as painful or as horrifying, or even as cos just… worked At least in that department

A tantalizing smile curves at the corners ofdeal out of this Maybe I can just enjoy this for what it is A learning experience The kind of thing you do when you’re in your early 20s and free to fuck up and do whatever you want

After all, o out and ht?

No sooner have I gotten to ed into a little su

“Sorry,” Clayton says as soon as I open the door

His gaze iht striped dress, following the flowing downlines

“For what?” I ask

“For this,” he says, moments before his face is on mine

Oh, shit

Our lips twine and re-entwine, while his hands stroke every part of me As he strokesthis house anytime soon

When his lips htly, “How did you know that I was alone?”

An irritated sort of hunger flashes over his face His lips snap fordenied a tasty bone

“A risk I illing to take,” he says, moments before his hand thrusts my lips to him

We end up on the downstairs couch in the baseh ofa bottle On the couch, he sits down and I straddle hi doards