He leaned closer, voice lowering as if someone might be listening.
“I’m a private person, Cassidy.And before you say it, I know how that sounds.I do.But the last time I let something good be public, the whispers, the gossip… it ruined everything.People love to destroy what they don’t understand.What they don't have.”
He touched my hand.My thoughts were swirling...what about us, could people not understand...was he worried about our age difference?
“I didn’t want that for this.For us.For you.”
I still felt like something was lodged in my throat, like a tension was curling in my gut, but I couldn't name what I was feeling.Not then.
But it hurt, like my poor heart was trying to warn me.
And then he said, softer...“I want to experience this first.Just for us.Before the world gets its hands on it.”
The red flag was faint, but it waved.The whiplash I was experiencing left me confused.
And he must’ve seen it because he smoothed it down with that velvet voice and those too-knowing eyes.
Like he could see exactly what he had to say...“I’m not selfish with much in my life, Cassidy.But this?You?I want to keep this for myself a little longer.Just until I’m sure I know how to hold it right.I want the beginning of our love story to be just for us.”
And like always… I melted.
Because what he said was perfect.Who wouldn't want to keep the beginning of their love story close to their heart...
A few days later, I invited him over.
It had been a month of seeing each other.He told me he wanted us to be exclusive, that he couldn't handle the idea of sharing me with anyone else.
It was late.A Tuesday, I think.
I’d lit a few candles, thrown a blanket over the couch to cover a coffee stain I hadn't gotten to yet, and told myself not to overthink it.
But I was nervous, and I hadn't been nervous around a man before, so I took it for excitement... for the budding feeling that had been with me since I met Andrew.
He brought wine.
I barely remember drinking it.
Because the moment he kissed me, nothing else mattered.It wasn't like any other kiss we had together.
Every fear, flag, and uncertainty disappeared.
We didn’t stumble or fumble or laugh our way through it.
It was quiet.Slow.
Like he already knew every part of me.
His hands mapped me with purpose.His mouth traced promises down my throat.
And when he finally pushed inside me, I felt like I shattered around him.
“Eyes on me,” he whispered, hips moving slow and deep.“I want to see those baby blues when you cum all over my cock.”
The words, so dirty, so sure, unravelled me.
I felt consumed.
Wanted.
