I just sense it in his touch.
Speaking of which, last night was our second slipup. No, wait, I’m not calling it that anymore.
So, anyway, our second, er, shall we say, “encounter” occurred yesterday evening. We had gone back to sleeping in our own beds after the first incident. But that only lasted for one night.
After we watched a movie together last night, curled up on the sofa, Shane kissed the side of my neck and whispered, “Sleep with me tonight?”
Of course I replied, “Yes.”
That led to another encounter like our first. Only this time it was even better because we’re learning each other’s bodies.
I had two orgasms and the best sleep yet.
So, yeah, I’m ready for more.
Tonight when we go to bed, I am going to fuck Shane Thoma.
Willa. She’s going to be the death of me. If I don’t have that woman soon, I may truly die. Everything we’ve done has felt so beyond incredible. I can’t wait for more.
But it’s not just about the sex for me. I am really falling for her.
Oh hell, let’s not lie—I already fell.
I’m in love with Willa.
I’m going to keep it to myself for now. I just don’t want to scare her. She just got out of a big relationship. She may be in this one just for fun. Not to mention, things are pretty perfect the way they are.
Well, they will be once I fuck her.
Speaking of which, I think it may happen tonight. There’s no way we can keep holding out. To our credit, I feel like for two people who spend all of their time together, we’ve still managed to take things slowly.
So there’s that.
Willa and I have breakfast together, and then we spend some time down on the beach. The whole while, there’s a tension in the air. A good kind, one filled with anticipation.
Yeah, tonight is definitely going to be the night.
I know it.
After dinner, she and I hang out in the living room, where we sit on the sofa and try to watch some TV.
But that tension still hangs in the air.
“Do you want to go to bed early tonight?” Willa asks me after about twenty minutes of a show we’re not even really watching.
“Do you?” I counter, raising a brow.
“I am kind of tired,” she replies coyly.
Little vixen.
Chuckling, I turn off the TV. “Yeah, I am too. Let’s go to bed.”
We always sleep and mess around in my room—I don’t know why, but that’s where we go.
I guess that’s why we head there now.
Once we’re in my bedroom, I turn on a small lamp by the bed, and Willa starts to take off her clothes. Only this time, she’s not slipping into her sleep shorts and tee. That’s odd, because she keeps a set in one of my dresser drawers.
