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“I’m going to carry you into my bedroom and then we’ll do it again,” I tell her.
She giggles.
“That sounds like a great idea.”
The next few days are a dream. We barely even leave my room, much less the house. We order pizza, takeout, or fast food whilst I occasionally try my hand at cooking. It turns out I’m better than Kim.
We’re lying on my bed now. Her cheeks are still flushed from a few moments ago, when I fingered her to orgasm. I brush a lock of hair from above her eyes. Her breath catches and she bites her bottom lip shyly. It’s really cute and my heart pounds.
“Kim,” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
“You’ve got to be careful now, woman. I already like you, any more sweetness and we’d be getting in trouble,” I tell her jokingly.
Her eyes smile, but her lips are curved in an outright grin.
“If you’re trouble, then I love trouble,” she replies.
“Are you saying you love real trouble or…me?” I ask, pinching my eyes so I look more comical.
“I, uh,” she blurts, a bit shocked at the sudden twist in the conversation.
“Because I like you enough too.” I admit.
She blushes, and drops her gaze before nodding softly.
“Me too.”
I feel so much joy at her words that I might as well have exploded. I lean in for a kiss, and she meets me with her full, tender lips. Our kiss is lust and lengthy. I want more already.
“Does that mean you’re ready to trust me with your truth,” I ask her.
She freezes again but this time I can tell it’s from discomfort.
“I want to, Ben. Honestly. I just don’t know how,” she tells me in frustration.
She covers her face in her hands.
“We’ll do it one step at a time, babe. Tell me one truth. Anything at all.”
She ponders for a moment before answering.
“I graduated from Harvard business school,” she finally says.
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“What?”
Chapter 7
(Kimberly)
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Confusion mars Benton’s face. I’m not sure why I decided to tell him that first of all things. I guess it was the first thing that came to mind. And it’s something that’s a big part of who I used to be.
“I graduated from Harvard. I know I don’t look it, but I’m really smart,” I tell him.
