"What's your last name?" I ask, suddenly realizing that I've never inquired before. He's never let it slip. "Chavez," he responds quietly. "Is that news to you?" "No, you've never mentioned it or said it. You don't share much about yourself," I say, shrugging. "I just thought it would be nice to know before I visit your family." After that, he falls silent for a while. It's almost as if he doesn't know how to respond. "Look, I don't want you to feel like you're in the dark. If you ask, I'll tell you anything you want to know. I've already shared more with you than with most people I talk to," he says quietly. Then they begin calling first-class passengers and members to board. He clears his throat, stands up, and nods for me to do the same. "That's us," he says, and I follow him to the desk, where Kent checks our tickets and we show our IDs. After retrieving our documents, as I step into the tunnel leading to the plane, he places his hand on my shoulder. As he does so, my throat
The flight was too short; all I did was listen to music. Halfway through, Kent got up to use the bathroom after I said it was okay. He didn't believe the "no seatbelt" sign. When he returned, the plane was almost landing, so he had to prepare mentally again. He was restless because he had a lot of coffee before the flight. Despite my upset stomach, Gravol worked. As we started descending, he held my hand, looking tense. Once we landed, he gasped and gulped as we approached the gate. "You did it," I whispered, placing my hand on his. "We're here." "Thank goodness," he said, taking a breath. I let go to get my bag. He grabbed his bag, and we disembarked quickly since we were near the front. Although I felt queasy, Gravol prevented me from vomiting more than making me feel better. We collected our bags, and Kent showed me the way out. He guided me to the driver holding a sign that read "Chavez." "Good morning, Mr.," the driver said. "How was the flight?" "Terrible, as always," Ke
"What a day," I exclaim. I got to do everything I ever wanted in New York. Kent took me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the 9/11 Memorial, and Times Square. It was all amazing; I loved it. Now, it's almost dinner time, and Kent insists he has a surprise for me after our dinner reservation. So, after our day out, he takes me back to the hotel in a taxi. "Where are we going?" I inquire as he unlocks the door. "For dinner? We'll walk to an Italian restaurant a few blocks away," he informs me as we enter. I sigh. "No, I mean after dinner," I persist, and he laughs. "It's a secret. I've already told you about ten times," he says, and I sigh and smile. "It's surreal being in New York," I murmur as I open the curtains by the desk and look out at the city. "It's so cool." "You think so?" "Yes, it's fascinating and thrilling. Everything here is so exciting," I say with a smile. "I can't fathom why you left." "Leaving wasn't difficult," he mumbles. "I was excited to start a new proj
"What's going on?" I turn to Kent and ask, to which he responds with a smile. "Then I'll instruct you to cross the street," he says, nodding towards the group of people gathered on the other side. We reach the other side, and I look up at him. He can only laugh and shake his head. "Tell me," I plead, and he smiles. "Okay, okay," he concedes. "We're going to see the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. The shows started last week, and I managed to secure tickets," he answers, revealing the tickets from his coat, leaving me in shock. "What? Are you serious?" "I'm not joking, honey," he assures me while showing me the tickets. I break into a delighted dance, unable to contain my excitement. He grins, pleased with my reaction, and I let out a squeal. "Oh my God," I exclaim, grabbing his arm and shaking it. "This is so amazing, and I didn't even have to ask for it." "I just thought you might enjoy it," he explains, and my heart swells. This guy was a fool. How could he have looked at m
When I wake up, I find my face resting on Kent's chest in the center of the large bed. What was I thinking last night? He had been ignoring me for weeks, encouraging me to date that other guy, and messing around with Piper. Then I kissed him like that. It wasn't what I needed before my interview, or ever, for that matter. I kept worrying that he had some ulterior motive behind all of this, especially after Piper's antics on Monday had made me tense. But I couldn't dwell on it because I had an important research opportunity to focus on. However, I couldn't deny how much I enjoyed lying here like this. I really liked him, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and it was frustrating to have such complicated feelings. I couldn't understand why my mind and heart were playing tricks on me. It wasn't something I felt for just anyone; it was specific to him. There was no time to linger, though, as I awoke before my alarms went off, and I could see from Kent's night
He looked intense, agitated, and brimming with emotions. I had never seen him so vulnerable before, so open. He genuinely liked me, and I wasn't imagining it. "I told him I wanted to ask you out, but he told me not to. He said he didn't want me to invite you to move in and potentially make things difficult for you. He thought I was too 'rough' for you and didn't want to put you in his room if he thought you wouldn't be happy, or if he believed I would make a move on you. So, I did what I could to keep you away, and yes, I was unkind to you. I'm aware of that. I'm damn sorry about it." "So, you did all of this, lied about your feelings, and pushed me away because Carlo, who doesn't even live in this state anymore, told you not to?" I questioned, my exhaustion evident. He shrugged and nodded. I just chuckled and walked away. "I can make my own decisions." "I know that, and I tried to make you like me for who I am, Juls," he said, his voice quiet. "I've always wanted to spend time with
I never had enjoyable or romantic sex before. It was really boring, like plain vanilla. It felt empty, and for the first time, I wanted to change that. "Do you want to try something different?" I asked in a hushed tone, and he nodded with dark, eager eyes. "Things haven't been the same since I found that thong in the dryer," she shared. He whispered back and tossed me onto the bed. I gasped as he stood before me, removing his T-shirt and throwing it aside. I propped myself up on my elbows for a better view, feeling a tingling sensation in my skin. "Juls, I haven't been with anyone for months. My mind is fixed on you." He kept insisting, climbing over me, and my heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. I sat up and kissed him again, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him close. My mind was a blur, my body taking over. I was hot and anxious, my stomach churning. "I want you," I managed to mumble as his lips moved closer to my jaw. A smile crept over my face,
"Right now, I'm the happiest girl in the world. It's not often I can't find words, but this is one of those times. I'm in bed with Kent after we had sex. Three things my mind never put together before." "Is everything okay?" He asks when he hears me. "Why wouldn't I be? It's obvious," I whisper as I lay on his chest. "Just checking in," he sighs and runs his fingers up my back. "How did it go?" "Good," I whisper, my cheeks getting red. "I've never...," I pause, deciding whether I should reveal this. "I've never had sex and felt this way. Well, until today," I mumble, my smile growing. "Never?" He looks shocked. "How is that possible?" "Being with losers," I shrug, and his expression suggests he knows who I'm referring to. "We never did anything together, and I never even kissed Dane. I mean, the last time I had sex was with a high school boyfriend about four years ago. I didn't like it." "You went out with Dane for about a month, and you never..." He blinks at me, confused. "Yo