I’m not still worried he’ll get bored of me after we have sex, it does still lurk somewhere in the back of my mind.
“Colt.” I push his shoulders back. “Colt, stop.”
He looks up at me with pain and confusion. He looks alarmed at the idea of having to stop. I feel bad. But not bad enough to make me do something I’m not ready to do.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was ready. But I’m not.” I look down.
He rolls over and pulls in a deep lungful of air. “Okay. That’s fine. Sorry, I just got a little carried away.”
“Are you sure?” I mumble, feeling stupid.
He snuggles me securely to his side. “Of course, everything’s fine. Better than fine. You just do insane things to my body, but I promise I’m fine.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead, then gets off the bed to gather up my clothes.
Chapter 10
Colt
I’ve arranged all the details for our trip, and covered everything with Vera for while I’m away. Last month I sold the last of McAllister’s stock from his shady stock that skyrocketed thanks to orchestrating the oil spill. I donated the $1.9 million anonymously to the oil clean-up effort, just like Taylor wanted. It was the right thing to do, but the lack of income producing cases was starting to concern me. The sooner I could get this London deal secured, the better I would feel. I still had to deal with telling Taylor about Bria. I know I shouldn’t have put it off for so long, but it never seemed like the right time. Every time we were alone, my phone was going off with another girl calling. That shit had to stop.
I open the door and pull Taylor inside. Coming down here after lights out was quickly becoming our habit. One we’d have to break soon, because tonight was my last night in town for a little while. I had to tell her about Bria tonight. And I hope the gift I picked out would make up, at least in part, for how mad she was going to be.
“Come here. I got you something.”
I lead her to the bed, where I’ve wrapped a shoebox in silver paper.
“You got me a gift?” Her eyebrows dart up in surprise, and she smiles.
“Yep. It’s for both of us, actually.”
She tears into the paper, and lifts the lid from the box. Nestled inside are two identical smart phones. “Cell phones?”
She picks one up.
“One for you, and one for me. So we can keep in touch better while I’m away. I activated them both with international calling.”
She smiles.
“And the best part? I changed my number. I have like four contacts in there now. You, Reis, Mrs. Lee, and a few people from the school.”
She laughs, and throws her arms around my shoulders. “That was sweet of you. Thanks.”
She laughs it off, but we both know what it means: No more random calls for girls from my past.
Chapter 11
Taylor
Colt’ s new phone is far more significant than just a new piece of technology. It means he’s giving up his past. He’s walking away from all of that. For me. I’ve thought a lot about our first time together over the last few weeks, and as we’ve continued to grow closer each day, I know I’m ready. I want to share everything with him. With him going away, our relationship will be tested sooner than I thought, but I know we’ll be fine. I want to take this step with him before he leaves, to show him that I trust him, and like he’s shown me with the new phone that I’m in this relationship completely.
After opening my gift, I lay across his bed, playing with my new phone. He seems distracted, probably at the thought of going away for several weeks. His suitcases are packed and placed near the door, reminding me of our limited time together.
He lays down next to me on the bed, and I tuck my head under his chin. His arms wrap around me, and our legs automatically intertwine as we both seek to get closer.
“How long will you be gone?”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Not sure yet. A few weeks.”
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