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Trent -- Big spoon
“How do you feel?”asked the tiny Aphrodite in my arms. I’d disposed of the condom and returned to her bed, pulling the sheet over both of us, even though we didn’t need it on this summernight.
How did Ifeel?
I’d lost my virginity to the girl of mydreams.
“I feel fuckingfantastic.”
I pulled her over me so she straddled my waist, naked, a bird with hollow bones, so delicate and light. Her shiny white-golden hair crowned her head, the queen of the fairyprincesses.
She folded around me like a human envelope, with her arms around my neck. A Dani-wrapped package. I buried my face in her spun-sugar cloud of hair. As always, she smelled like spices—whatever it was they put in chaitea.
Snuggling in close to me, she sucked on my neck, making my dick twitch. If she kept that up, I’d be ready to go again pronto. “I bet you feel like you’ve been washedclean.”
“Yeah.”
“Like there was a trash heap of junk in your brain, and a torrent of clean, clear water swept it all away. Now there is only clean beach. What’s supposed to bethere.”
Running my fingers down her back, and then palming her yoga-toned ass with both hands, enjoying her chest pressed to mine, I said, “I’ve never felthappier.”
“Yay,” she whispered. “How’s your body? Want somewater?”
“No. Do you wantany?”
“Maybe in a littlebit.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her, slow, deep, sleepy. “All I want isyou.”
Out in the night, a group walking by drunkenly sang in Spanish at the top of their lungs, their voices drifting through the open windows. A cheerfulnoise.
“That’s the best part about Spain,” she said. “People really enjoy lifehere.”
“Seems likeit.”
I flipped us over, cradled the back of her neck with one hand, and propped myself up on my other elbow. Parting her legs so I could settle in, she messed with my hair, pulling the back of it, running her fingernails through it gently. Giving me a headmassage.
This girl. What did I do to deserve her? One thing was bugging me,though.
“You have to know. This wasn’t what I planned on for our first time. For my first time. In my head, I had it all orderly. I’d take you to dinner and buy you flowers. Make it super romantic. Freaking out on your couch wasn’t part of the scenario. I mean, I’m not complaining. But it’s taking me a moment to process what we justdid.”
She giggled. “Well, you did buy meflowers.”
“True.” I pressed my lips to hers. “Are white daisies still yourfavorites?”
“Yeah.” She pointed to a daisy chain inked down her side. “You know me.” I hugged her as she continued. “Sometimes we can’t plan. Sometimes we just have to go with theflow.”
There’s myDani.
“But,” she said thoughtfully. “There isn’t anything wrong with planning for something awesome. Let’s go away one weekend. You and me. There’s this yoga retreat I had my eye on. Maybe it would be a good way for you to tryit.”
“Absolutely,yes.”
She traced my “army of one” tattoo on the inside of my bicep. “Tell me about yourtats.”
“That one is my military tattoo, obviously.” I pointed to the other arm, which had a nature tapestry as a half-sleeve. “These roses are for my grandma. These trees are for my family. This stream is for Degan. And this daisy and butterfly is foryou.”
Her body froze. “You got me tattooed onyou?”
