A thought occurs to me, and I decide to ask her up front. “Why did you tell Penny that Eden was asleep in my bed?”
“You looked like you needed a way out of your date,” she replies like it’s a normal thing to do.
“Why?” I question her.
“Because you didn’t look happy. Eden did wake up, just so you know. It wasn’t a lie. If you wanted Penny to stay, you would have put Eden back.”
She looks hurt. As I move closer, my hand reaches out and brushes her hair away from her face. I look down into her eyes, and I see them gleaming up at me. Her lips form a pout that I want to nibble on.
“I can’t,” I tell her.
“Don’t do this to me again, Alex. Don’t. If you walk away this time, that’s it.”
A tear falls, and I wipe it away, feeling guilty. “Don’t cry. It’s not that I don’t want you. I do, God knows I do. But if we cross this line...”
She looks up at me. “It’s a line I’m willing to cross.”
That’s it, I’m done for. Leaning down, I kiss her plump red lips. This time it’s different. There’s no holding back. It isn’t the perfect moment I wanted it to be with her, but it would have to do. I couldn’t wait any longer and neither could she. Looking at the state of my bed, we go to her room.
GEMMA
I hover by my bed, biting my nails as Alex closes the blackout curtains. I can’t take my eyes off him. Alex puts on my lamp, and the room is soon filled with a romantic atmosphere. I watch him closely, curious about his sudden need to be home. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor.
“I’m nervous.” I want to hide myself.
“I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” His voice is deep and low.With his shirt crumpled on the floor, I admire his body. Not too hairy, but not too smooth: what I would describe as just right. He pulls me to him. Our lips touch lightly; he steps away, looking into my eyes, before he’s back on me. This time he’s tasting me like he can’t get enough. It’s fast and demanding, taking what he wants, and I'm more than happy to give it to him.
He slides the straps of my top down, so I am standing in front of him in just my black matching underwear.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “You are absolutely perfect.”
I want to make a joke to break the tension, but I’m too scared. What if I’m not perfect?
Alex undoes his belt, quickly unbuttons his trousers, and pulls them off. His body is flawless. His erection is evident through his boxers.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asks, standing in front of me.
“Yes,” I murmur, my head swimming.
He pulls down his boxers. I stare at his dick.
“What?” he asks curiously, looking down.
“Oh, I thought it would be bigger.”
His eyebrows raise. “Thanks for the insult.”
“I just mean all the books I’ve read?—”
“What books? I’ve never seen you read a book.” I needed to think for a moment.
“Fine, social media posts. They all suggest a cock is nine inches long and really thick. The girl always questions if it will fit. Yours will fit no problem.” I laugh at my own words. God, I'm making this worse.Shut up, Gemma.
“This is the real world. Anyway, it’s above average. It’s almost six inches. Trust me, it gets the job done.” He takes my hand and pulls me towards him.
“Oh. Let’s see if it works then.”
“You did not just say that.” He snorts.
