His expression is stern, nearly unreadable.
He pulls out. Of course, I panic.
“Something wrong?” I whisper.
He leans down and kisses my shoulder. “Nothin.’ You did good.” He snatches his underwear and dresses.
I sit up, pulling the sheet to my neck.
He still has an erection.
Gabe didn’t after he climaxed, his just... deflated.
“Did you orgasm?” I ask.
He hesitates, then answers, “Yeah.”
I don’t believe him, and my anxiety inches higher. This is the other part I worried about. It might be as scary as losing my virginity.
It feelslike he’s leaving.
“Where are you going?” I ask, but like a dam bursting, tears break free. “Please don’t go!” I beg shamelessly, but I feel stupid. I can’t help it. He didn’t climax and he’s leaving.
I didn’t give him my body just to free myself from the burden of purity. I gave it to him because I hoped for something better to take its place.
Maybe I did something wrong. Sure, he changed when he said those few words, but it can’t be so terrible to admit he loved me.
Chapter 23
Morgan
I’m not as tough as I thought. I thought if Jack left, I could bear it—
Suddenly, I’m dragged across the bed and scooped into his arms as he sits on the edge.
“Easy,” he soothes.
“You stopped,” I cry.
“Morgan, you were hurting.”
“Was not!”
He shakes his head.
Maybe I didn’t fool him.
“It didn’t hurtthatbad,” I rephrase.
“It’s not a big deal,” he says dismissively.
I sniffle. “I liked it.”
Which is true. It was intense, raw, and intimate. Better than I fantasized.
In fact, where’s the guilt?
I push that thought aside when he rises for his tee-shirt.
