“No, no, no,” I said.
And then, to really make my point true, I went up to him and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was a very gentle, sensuous kiss, the kind of thing that went slowly and without rush. We had all night to kiss if we wanted to.
“Here’s the truth, Michael,” I said. “I will never work for your club as a nurse. But I don’t see why that would restrict us from being together. Maybe it’s different for you, but for me, I know I like you.”
Michael started to blush, and he bowed his head.
“What?” I said.
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“No, I would,” I said.
The fact that he was blushing and smiling and not blushing and turning away told me that he had something good to say—he was just afraid I might judge him for it. And while it might have meant that he was going faster than I was, that wasn’t something that worried me right now. Once I found someone that I liked, I committed to it all in. I didn’t worry about pacing.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!” I said, laughing. I threw my hands around his neck. “Tell me, Michael.”
He nodded, bit his lip, and exhaled.
“Okay,” he said. “Truth is, when I was rushing up to the front of the building when I was thinking about you, a thought came to mind. It wasn’t a thought that I could say was really consciously brought up— it just sort of came. And when that thought came, I knew it was true. And that thought...”
He’s going to say it.
“That thought was that I love you, Kaitlyn. I know we’ve only known each other for a little bit, and I know we’ve not even had sex yet. I know, I know, but—”
I shut him up with a kiss on the lips.
Because a funny thing was happening.
When Michael said it, it put the thought in my mind.
And damn if the thought wasn’t also ringing true in my head.
But this time, the kiss did not stop at just a kiss. I pushed into him, and he twirled me in place. We collapsed into the bed, our actions saying far more than the most majestic words ever could.
We kissed like this for minutes, so engaged in feeling each other and running hands on each other that I could barely focus on...
On...
“Wait,” I said.
“What’s wrong?” he said, his face seeming to seize up in a panic.
“Nothing, in fact, I think you’ll like it,” I said. “Wait here and don’t put any more clothes back on.”
His shirt already off and his belt already pulled off, Michael certainly wasn’t about to argue. I dismounted him, grabbed my bag, and headed for the bathroom.
I really hoped that what I was about to do wasn’t stupid. It was coming off in a matter of moments anyways, so it wasn’t like I was wearing lingerie that Michael would get to admire for the duration of sex. It was just...
Stop overthinking it and just do it.
I threw everything on and entered into the room. Michael’s wide eyes told me I’d succeeded.
“I remember at one time you said you had a thing for nurses,” I said, wearing a sexy nurse outfit I’d once bought as a joke—not thinking I’d ever use it romantically. “So here I am, soldier. Tell me what you’d like to have happen.”
“Ah, aha,” Michael said, apparently unable to communicate in English anymore.
