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His hand moves under my dress, fingers grazing the edge of my panties. I let out a soft moan, my hips rocking against his touch.

I’m ready to let him take me right here against this wall. But then the noise of the club crowds back in, people passing by our darkened corner.

“Everything alright?” His eyes burn with lust beneath that mask.

“I can’t believe you’re really here.”

“Did you doubt me?”

“Never.” My fingers trail along his jaw and up to the mask, obscuring half of his face. “I want to see you.”

Chris catches my hand, pressing a kiss to each of my fingertips. “Not yet.”

“Why?”

I want to rip that mask off, to see the face I’ve dreamed about for so long.

A sly grin spreads across his face. “Patience.” His fingers trail down my neck. “I’m going to make this a night you’ll never forget.”

Does he mean what I think he means?

Though I’ve never been with anyone before, I want nothing more than to give myself to him. I thought long and hard if I wanted to have my first time with him. But now that he’s in front of me, it’s a definitive yes. All I desire is to be alone with him, to let him do whatever he wants to me.

“We should get a room.” My pulse races.

He kisses me again, rough and deep, the hard bulge of his erection pressing into my stomach.“Let’s go.” He takes my hand, and we get out of the club into the chic hotel right next door.

Is this really happening? Am I really about to leave with a man I met in person for the first time?

Warning bells go off in my head, but I ignore them.

It’s not just any man. It’s Chris. The man who’s been my rock this past year, who’s listened to my every worry and fear without judgment. Who confided in me about his sick grandmother, the reason we didn’t meet up earlier, and showed me that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

In the light, I can make out more of him. He has short dark-brown hair with an undercut that’s different from thephotos, and even though he’s wearing a fitted dark blue suit, you can tell he’s going to the gym. Broad shoulders and a… nice ass. My panties are already soaked just looking at him.

After Chris gets us a room, we take the elevator and get inside.

“It’s nice.” I tap on the cupboard. “And dark. Are you here often? I’ve never been here. My father owns a few hotels, but our rooms are way more beautiful. I mean, just—”

He wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “Mary. Are you nervous?”

Nervous? I’m a trembling mess.

“Be honest, please.”

How does he know? Am I such an open book? “Maybe…”

“Do you trust me?”

“I’m not sure. Are you someone I can trust?”

He searches my eyes and then releases me. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“No.”

“No?”

Against my better judgment, I nod. What is wrong with me? I don’t know him. I shouldn’t give him my first time. But on the other hand…

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