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I don’t seek out that type of hero-worship because I admit I’m not a hero to anyone

I’uy orks hard to keep those around hiet to enjoy that andI love

My coh on her blush factor scale did indeed send a rosy hue over her delicate cheeks, but I need to stopin so many ways

I hang my head to catch my breath

She’s a virgin

She is a virgin

I’m not

I alinity a hell of a long tiet ht me to that h the entire thing was quick

“Like what?”

My head snaps up when I hear those tords come from her mouth

“What?” I ask, knowing full hat she just said

“Like what?” she repeats in a soft tone edged with a nervous tremor

I sit in silence, weighing the consequences if I tell her that when I enty-one, I was seeking out pussy like it was my next meal

It was soiven up food for days just to fuck I often did just that

Much of that is a blur, but some of it is still crystal clear to me

“You said that Professor Stein helped you when you were in college,” she begins before she takes a pause, “Did you know her when you were twenty-one?”

She’s hopped back on the fishing boat and is navigating into the murky waters that are past that I share with Erin

“Yes,” I answer simply “We knew each other”

So shifts in her expression I can read most people, but this pink-haired beauty has me perplexed

“She’s a very intelligent, successful woman,” she states

Erin is all of that and more, but we’re friends, and I can’t tell if Faith wants or needs to hear that, so I offer it up on a silver platter just in case “She’s been a good friend to me”

Her brows pop up “Oh, a friend”

“A mentor,” I add “A confidante at tih some difficult moments, triumphs as well”

I stop there because tooting Erin Stein’s horn is not the reason I invited Faith to ht