“I’ll never tell.” He pretends to zip his mouth shut, and I roll my eyes.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” I admit.
His expression softens as his hand comes to palm my face.
“I don’t think I ever have either.”
“Right,” I say, my tone more jealous than I actually felt.
It’s not jealousy geared toward other women. He had the right to explore, and I think that’s what I am jealous of. Jealous, he was given the opportunity to figure out sex and was apparently very well-versed in pleasuring a woman.
“Neta, Isa. I’m a human, so I want sex like anyone else, but the streets aren’t safe in Corpus. Everyone’s down with the whole hookup culture, but it gets unfulfilling after a while.”
“What’s different with what we’re doing?”
“You. You are what’s different. I’ve been waiting to have you forever, and now that I do, I’m not letting you go so fast.”
He pulls on his pants before he comes back to the edge of the bed. He cradles my face in his hands, and the touch is everything I need in this moment.Everything my mending heart needs, and it means more than he’ll possibly ever know.
“Were you satisfied?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say because it’s all I can say.
The feelings inside me are too profound to put into words. I was more than satisfied. I was riding on cloud nine. Was this my sexual awakening?
My curious eyes watch as he moves to dress. The tattoos running down his arms, the ripple of muscles on his brown skin, and those fingers. Fingers that had sent me to the edge more than once last night.
He looks at the cabinet and raises his brows.
“Are those Precious Moments figurines?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Yup, Socorro’s pride and joy, after Junior, of course.”
“Creepy. You should look them up on eBay. One of my mom’s friends died a few years ago, and she had a case likethis full of collectables. Her daughter sold them all. She got close to a thousand dollars.”
A brow arched at the porcelain figurines, he finishes tucking his work shirt back into his pants, and turns back to me. He presses his lips lightly to my forehead before walking to the window to open it.
“Manny,” I blurt out. “Were you, um, satisfied?”
“Yes,” he says, flashing me a smile. “And not from the sex, but because deep down, I always knew you’d be mine.”
He winks and exits through the window. I smile and sink into the covers. For the first time in a long time, I feel what it’s like to have butterflies in my stomach again.
15
ISABEL
The art of sending nudes
Manny
Wyd?
Isabel
I just got on my lunch break.
Manny
