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“Sadie?” Tyson calls from what sounds like downstairs.

Oh my God. I’m not ready for him to see me like this.

Stupidly, I had given him my number but didn’t get his. If I had, I would have told him to go home instead of coming to my house. He would be expecting sexy times and that was not going to happen. Not tonight or in the foreseeable future.

I hear his footsteps as he makes his way upstairs and squeeze my eyes shut. This is going to be so embarrassing.

“Hey, there you are.” He says from what must be the doorway. My eyes tighten further. “Are you okay?” I hear his footstep as he moves closer.

I can’t imagine what he’s thinking as he takes me in. I’m in only a t-shirt with the sheet pulled up to mid-thigh with an ice pack on my lady bits.

Keeping my face buried in my pillow, I nod my head.

“Um… Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.

I feel a light, warm touch on my ankle and assume it’s his hand. It doesn’t move from its spot and we both stay silent for a moment.

“Can you talk to me? At least look at me to let me know that you’re okay.” Now he sounds worried and I don’t want him to be.

I’m worried enough for the both of us. My vagina may never work again.

Turning onto my back, I look up at him only to find Tyson’s horrified eyes aimed at said area. The ice pack must have slipped when I moved. Luckily the area is now numb or at least for the time being.

“Oh my God, Sadie. What the hell happened to you?” His eyes move from my face, down there and back again in a comical fashion or at least it would be comical if it wasn’tme.

“Surprise!” I exclaim red-faced.

Eyes wide, Tyson carefully sits next to me on the bed and brushes a few strands of hair away from my face.

“Want to tell me what happened?” He places the ice pack back on my most sensitive parts and then covers me up with the sheet.

Why does he have to be so sweet right now?

I just want him to leave so I can suffer alone and bash myself for my stupidity.

“Do I want to? No,” I shake my head. “But now that you’ve seen the damage, I guess I should explain.”

He gives me a sweet smile that makes me want to cry.God, he’s too sweet and good for me.

“You weren’t like this, this afternoon,” he rumbles with furrowed brows.

“I thought… I wanted to, I don’t know.” I shrug and look away. “Make things more interesting and thought you’d like it if I got waxed.”

“Sweet Sadie, look at me,” he coaxes.

Hesitantly I look at him to find understanding written all over his face.

“I didn’t ask you to do this, and I never would,” he shakes his head. “You’re perfect just the way you are. We’re only getting started. You don’t need to worry about making things interesting.” His eyes drift down to where the sheet is now covering me. “Is it supposed to look like that?”

“Oh God!” I throw my arm over my eyes. “Kill me now. No, it’s not supposed to look likethat.”

“I didn’t think so.” He bites on his bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.

Sitting up, I throw the sheet and ice pack off and inspect myself. “It looks better,” I murmur. Some of the swelling has gone down, the redness is only about half of what it was. Thank God he didn’t see it when it was as red as a boiled lobster. Unfortunately, the rash is still there and looking angrier than ever.

“It does?” he asks dubiously.

“Yeah, you should be thankful you didn’t see it before. You’d probably be scarred for life. I’ll understand if you never want to have sex with me again after seeing…that.”

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