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“I’m sure they are very much aware of that,” I said, giving him a look. I felt like my mom right now, wanting to roll my eyes at him. He was tough, but the thing was, I knew he had a heart. He didn’t scare me. “Thank you.”
I hugged him again, giving him as long as he needed to hold on.
It was going to be okay.
I couldn’t believe how well that went, but I wasn’t about to question it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Wrench
“Take care of our girl,” Ev said right before he kissed me.
“I will,” I vowed.
I smiled as he and Cat hugged. Then he whispered something into her ear that made her cheeks go pink. She gave a small nod as a little smirk curled up the right corner of Ev’s lips.
“You’re the best,” she said.
“No, you’re the best,” he shot back before kissing her on the cheek.
Then he was walking in the direction of the stairs.
Sad to say, I missed him already.
I mean, he was only going to be gone a few days, but it still sucked.
He was doing a run to Indiana. It was Row’s first run, and though I wasn’t going, knowing she’d have Ev and Sidekick there lookin’ out for her made it a little easier.
Cat and I stood outside, watching him until he’d turned the corner to the back lot where they were all loading up.
“What should we do tonight?” I asked as I walked into the room, Cat following behind.
She closed the door with abang, causing me to whip around and stare at her.
Her eyes were a little wild. There was a look in them that I knew pretty well by now.
“Chry,” she said, taking a step toward me.
Couldn’t say why my heart was pounding out of my chest. Or why I felt the need to take a step back for every one she took closer to me.
“Yeah?” I said, and then swallowed the lump in my throat.
“It’s time,” she said almost casually. Her brow went up. Was that a challenge? Or was it more like a demand? I couldn’t tell.
Her hands went to her sleeveless blouse, slipping the top button free.
I swallowed again, eyes on her movements.
She worked a few more buttons free until I got a peek at the white lace hugging the top of her tits.
I was hard. But also scared. I knew what she was wanting and I was feeling the pressure.
It had to be perfect. Not only did she have this dream of it being that way, but I also wanted to give her that special moment and make it beautiful for her. Except, I didn’t know how. I’d never been anyone’s first. I’d never been this nervous about sex before.
“Chry,” she said again. “All I need is you.”
“Yeah, but… what if I ain’t enough? What if I hurt you? What if it’s a disaster and I ruin sex for you for the rest of your life? What if… what if I’m bad?”
