“I have a weekend shift at the library,” she says.
She drops some cash onto the table. I tell her it’s okay, I’ve got it covered, but she insists.
She grabs her bag and looks at me, those sparkling green eyes shy. “Um, let me know what you decide, okay?”
“I will.”
She heads out of the diner. I sit there and go over everything we talked about.
Part of me is dying to say yes. I want to be the guy to help her get comfortable in the bedroom. I want to touch and kiss her andshow her that sex can be fun and wild and everything she wants it to be.
But the other part of me knows what a bad idea this is. If I get to kiss Briar…If I get to touch her…If I get to be naked with her…My feelings for her are going to deepen even more.
I already have a crush on her. If we have sex, and then she moves on with some other guy, it’s going to destroy me.
But what’s the alternative? Tell her no, and then she asks some other guy to be her teacher in the bedroom? What if he doesn’t care about making her feel comfortable or safe…
That protective feeling surges through me.
No way. She’s right. I’ll be sweet and gentle with her. I’ll be patient. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her feel comfortable with sex. No other guy will do that.
I huff out a heavy breath. I already know my answer.
I pay the tab, then I slide out of the booth and head out of the diner, back toward the house.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Briar.
Okay. Let’s do this.
Chapter 17
Briar
I’m barely through the library entrance when I get Blake’s text.
Okay. Let’s do this.
I gasp, then smile. Oh my god. He actually said yes.
He actually agreed to be my sex teacher.
I head to the upstairs reference desk and sit down before texting him back.
Thankfully, this section of the library isn’t very busy during the weekend. They essentially just need someone to hang out for a few hours in case someone needs help finding a book or using the copy machine.
I quickly reply to Blake’s message.
Me: Oh my gosh really?
Blake: Yes, really :)
Blake: But hey, we need to talk more about this. Set some ground rules.
Oh. That’s a really good point. I didn’t even think of that. We definitely need to come up with rules for what we’re both comfortable doing.
Me: Totally. When do you want to meet?
Blake: How about tonight after your shift at the library?
