“I... uh…” Angela’s question takes me by surprised and I’m off-guard. “I mean…” Angela watches with anticipation. I expect outrage, but instead she seems more excited than anything, to learn the truth. “No, we haven’t… had sex.” Sort of. Mostly. “But…” “You want to,” Angela says, filling i
“Is it so difficult to believe that right now, I want to keep my eyes on you?” Beau asks. “Yes,” I say. “I would have thought you would want someone who would let you touch as well as look.” He hums. “Generally, yes. But… for whatever reason, teasing you is more fun than teasing other girls.”
I spend longer than I care to admit standing in my closet looking at outfit after outfit. Somewhere exhilarating doesn’t exactly narrow down where we might be going, so I’m left deducing with what I know about Beau. Beau likes bars and clubs and dancing. A dance club could be exhilarating? He di
I’ve never been anywhere like this. The place is totally packed, and the gathered crowd is energetic and loud – near riotous, really. They stand and shout as each of the fighters throws and lands a punch. The people next to me keep pushing me closer to Beau. He doesn’t seem to mind. He just grins at
I climb the water tower as fast as I physically can with Beau on my heels. I climb for longer than I would have thought. This water tower is actually very tall. By the time we reach the top, I feel a little dizzy. I cling to the bars for a moment, almost afraid to look out. But I wasn’t lying to B
“Then why don’t you ever take anyone up on them?” I ask. He shrugs, non-committal. “I like my freedom. What many of these women want with their long-term relationship desires is power, not romance. And they think that by claiming my heart as their own, they could have whatever it is they truly wan
Beau leans in again, but I don’t meet his lips because I am too busy rolling my eyes and laughing. He must have been in it only for jest, because he starts laughing too. “You are ridiculous,” I say. “Thank you,” he replies, and we both return to admiring the view. I guess my experiment failed,
I’m a prisoner to Beau’s given pleasures. By now, I’ve lost track of where my shirt and bra have landed. Beau made short work of them, and I suspect they’ve fluttered down over the ledge and to the ground. I’m going to be pissed about that later, but for now, all I can focus on is the onslaught of p