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,

"Housekeeping!" "Don't worry, I'll handle it," he says, and I nod. I hear Kent open the door and chat with the lady in the hall for a bit. I slip out of bed, close the doors between the rooms, and pick up the clean clothes I didn't wear earlier. I lay the clothes on the bed and begin putting on my underwear. While adjusting them for comfort, a smile spreads across my face. It feels like an accomplishment because I got him to talk to me and connect with someone. As I reach for my bra, the bedroom door swings open. She said she'd be back in an hour. I jump and cross my arms, clutching the bra to my chest. "Don't you ever knock?" I inquire, and he chuckles. "Are you serious? After everything?" He looks sad. "Juls, I've seen your body, and I liked it. Relax." He picks up his bag from the floor, and my cheeks turn red. He liked it? I carefully put on my bra and adjust it. Then I don a pair of dress pants and pair them with a simple black tank top. I slip on a small cardigan next. I o

This is how quickly I proceed. I've just finished dinner with Kent at a diner. He has a surprise in store for me, though I'm unaware of what it is. I managed to wear the clothes I purchased earlier today, and I enjoyed a meal that required no utensils. It was fantastic. The past few weeks with Dane were a nightmare and a deception. The day I spent with Kent showed me that I could experience deeper emotions than I had imagined. It revealed that we truly had something special, while my relationship with Dane had been nothing but a distraction. With Dane, I never felt like myself, but with Kent, I felt authentic. Kent treated me to dinner and accompanied me back to the subway station afterward. He's had a serious, contemplative look on his face since he went shopping earlier this afternoon. I hope my purchases haven't upset him. "Are you okay?" I inquire in a hushed voice as the train approaches. He immediately snaps out of his thoughts, and his face brightens. "Yeah, why do you ask

I feel him grab my hips and pull me closer. I chuckle, turn the camera to him, kiss his cheek, and savor his smile. As he quickly kisses me, I stop the video on his phone and toss it on the coffee table. He looks so happy. "I'm going to replay that video over and over," he mumbles between kisses, nudging my nose with his. I giggle and nod. "Would you like me to put you to bed?" Every time he whispers, my stomach flutters. "Okay," I whisper back. He grins, sits up, and puts his hands on my thighs, as if he's about to lift me. But he pauses when he realizes his shirt has ridden up. "Don't tell me..." I gasp as I feel his fingertips glide over my exposed skin, not touching anything until they reach the top of my underwear. Then he backs away, shaking his head. "You've got to be kidding, Juls." "What?" I ask, and he huffs and quickly pulls his shirt over my body, revealing the lingerie and leaving me almost naked. Realizing the cups of my bra are see-through, I instinctively cover them

After our meal, he leads me upstairs. We walk through the hallways but don't enter any of the rooms. He takes me to a door on its own, clearly leading to a large room. When he opens the door, my eyes widen. I was correct; there's a large bed, a wall covered in trophies and awards, a gaming system that would put any teenager's setup to shame, and a spacious sitting area with a couch and two armchairs. "My room," he says, placing his hands on his hips, and I clear my throat. "What are you going to do with all this space? Run laps?" I tease him, and he laughs, lifting me up and carrying me inside. I laugh and wrap my arms around the back of his neck. "That kind of thing," he jests. "This isn't actually my bedroom. When I was going to school in the city, I lived in an apartment. When my parents moved here permanently, I just stored all my stuff in this room." "I really, really wish I had this," I sigh as he helps me stand back up. "You know this is bigger than our hotel room and maybe