Michael tugs me off the stool and pulls me against his body, kissing me hard. I feel his heart racing against my chest and I know mine is doing the same as I lean into him, drowning in sensation. He moans softly into my mouth and then backs up, taking my hand.

He kisses my knuckles and nods his head toward his bedroom. ”I want to be able to take my time,” he says. I nod and follow him, feeling terrified and elated all at once. How many times have I imagined what ...