'!'
That hit harder than anything else she'd said tonight.
Like a rock to the chest.
I blinked at her—really looked at her now. Sitting on top of me, body flushed and thighs wrapped around my waist, dress hiked up, breath warm against my neck—and yet still… still so pure. Not in a weak way. Not helpless. But untouched. Unspoiled.
And real.
Not like the women I'd met before—loud and drunk, bragging about the men they'd been with, repeating things they'd seen in dirty shows or heard from nastier mouths.
She wasn't like them.
She wasn't pretending to be strong.
She was strong.
But still… innocent.
Still learning.
Still opening up her heart with words that made me feel like a fool.
And here I was, talking about my cock like some idiot with something to prove.
I felt my face heat.
I realized my biggest mistake right here—I tried to impose the ideology of bitches on a woman.
Her hands came up slowly… then stopped.
