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I can’t contain my laughter. God, this woman…she really is something else.
“All I’m saying is that if you want to feel those fireworks—if you want to know what it can be like—then let me help you.”
She doesn’t say anything. Which is what I expected. She’s surprised, so she’s quiet. That’s how Ainsley operates. And a proposal like this might put her into a coma.
“Just think about it.” I bring her hand to my mouth and give the top of her hand a gentle kiss. “Whatever you’d want to do, whatever you’d want to explore, let me be the one to show you what it can be like.”
I stand up, ready to leave, so that way she doesn’t have to sit in shock in front of me, but I’m barely up before I feel her pull on my hand.
“Why?”
She’s now standing, her blue eyes big and questioning.
“Because I can’t give you forever. But I can give you this.”
guide to love rule #58
Lists are necessary for order in life. They’re also overrated when you’re being kissed like you’ve never been kissed before.
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ainsley
I didn’t meanto take an everything shower for sex purposes. I really didn’t.
It’s just because of a series of really odd events that I’m now standing at my fake boyfriend’s apartment building, asking to be let in, because I think I want to accept his offer to become my sex teacher.
Maybe. I’m still not sure. Probably. I think.
It started with a normal length shower. I always take one when I come home from work. But then I started—okay, continued—thinking about Linc’s proposal, and things got out of hand.
So I washed. And conditioned. And exfoliated. And shaved. And shaved some more. Before I knew it, I’d taken an everything shower on steroids that ended with freezing cold water and being even more confused than ever.
I can’t give you forever. But I can give you this…
Who says lines like that? Fictional men, that’s who. And more important, how am I, the hopeless romantic who is already having a hard enough time remembering what Linc and I are doing is fake, not supposed to fall in love with this guy? And oh yeah, he’s offering me orgasms.
The second I got out of the shower—and moisturized, because I’m not about to let this go to waste—I grabbed a notebook and a pen. There, sitting on my bed criss-cross-applesauce, head and body still wrapped in towels, I made a list of pros and cons of his offer.
Pros:
* Finally have an orgasm. Hopefully. Probably.
* Get to actually contribute to my sisters’ sex conversations.
* Not have my last sexual partner be Jonathan.
* Be with a man who doesn’t cry during sex.
Learn to give a proper blow job.
Cons:
*Will probably fall in love with my fake boyfriend.
It’s only one con, but it scares me the most. Because I will. I know me. I’ve already gone through four rubber bands since we started this.
But the pros are pro-ing…
