Chapter 72: Jason

I left the lightest of touches on her cheek before planting one last kiss as soft as butterfly wings across her lips before turning away and getting out of bed. While I was watching her and fighting the urge to climb into the tub with her and maybe have her again, I'd also been thinking.

It's not lost on me that I've never been this way with anyone else, that my mind didn't take the same path it usually does after sharing a bed with the opposite sex. In the past, after each and every encounter, I couldn't wait to get away. I never wanted to give anyone the wrong impression that it was more than a release. Plus, I usually felt like something was missing, like I'd lost part of myself after the act; still don't know what that's about.

But not with her. If I wasn't sure before, what I was about to do and the way I felt would've cinched it. I made sure the door was locked behind me and that no one was about. I'm learning to trust these guys, sure, but she's still vulnerable, and I have