Page 19 of Beneath the Scars
“I know. I’m just…not quite ready to talk about it yet.”
“You’re okay though?”
I give Dad a soft smile. “More than.”
“That’s all I ever want. You know that, right?”
“Of course.”
Dad leans in to kiss my forehead. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Night, Dad.”
He starts to clean up, but I shoo him away. My head is too messy to go to bed yet. Doing the dishes is an easy thing to focus on while I try to get my thoughts in order.
The warm soapy water cascades over my hands. Each bubble that pops relaxes me further until the tension in my shoulders eases.
I had sex with Michael tonight.
The thought barely computes in my brain. It was…everything I’ve ever wanted and nothing like I imagined it to be. Michael’s intensity flows from him with every movement he makes. Having his direct attention was overwhelming. I think I could easily become addicted to the feeling. If I’m honest, I already am. I want nothing more than to go back over there and kiss him again.
I have no idea how I’ll ever be the same.
A little bit later,I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when my phone pings with a message.
Michael
How are you feeling?
Me
I’m fine. Why?
Tonight was a lot. It would be understandable if you were having second thoughts.
I suppose I’m having thoughts about doing that a second time, but I’m not questioning my decision.
Which part would you like a repeat of?
All of it. The way your fingers felt inside me was mind-bending.
Noted. You did well tonight. I was proud of how you didn’t even flinch your hands from the armrests.
I was partially holding on for dear life, but I will admit there were a couple of times I almost let go.
Next time, we’ll use other means of keeping your hands in place.
Tease.
Go to bed, Trouble. I want you well rested.
Yes, Sir.
Are you being a brat?
What happens if I am?
Consequences you won’t care for.
