Awakened
deeper
into me. “Come, now.” Stefan growled. My body flew over the edge as
I felt his warm seed shoot into me.
    We lay there, panting, trying to calm
our breathing.
    “ You are amazing.” He
smiled at me.
    “ We didn’t use a condom. I
mean, I’m on the pill.”
    “ I’ve never done that
before. I just got to in the moment, I’m sorry.”
    “ Don’t apologize, it’s
okay.” I started rubbing his stomach.
    “ Are you sure you want
this?”
    “ I think it’s a little too
late for that question. Are you sure you want this?” Maybe he was having second thoughts on
this.
    “ I want you more than you
could ever realize. But I refuse to let you get hurt because of
me.” His voice was a whisper. I smelled the ocean breeze again. As
long as he was next to me, I was in paradise.
    “ Then don’t push me away.
Don’t tell me you can’t be with me. Danger is in everyday life. I
can’t hide from it and I refuse to stay inside for the rest of my
life and be scared about everything.” He rolled over to his side
and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
    “ Do you want this,
Jennifer?”
    “ I want to give this a
chance, Stefan. I want to see what is here.” I whispered. Our
emotions were so raw, that I felt like all I could do was
whisper.
    He quickly grabbed my face and kissed
me with more passion than I have ever experienced. He let out a
groan and kissed me harder, deeper. His kisses sent me into outer
space. My whole body was tingling and I could feel every touch and
sensation running through my body. After a moment, he pulled his
face away from mine; his breathing was deep with
passion.
    “ You are so beautiful,
Jennifer.” He looked over me, the edges of his mouth turning
up.
    I smiled, pulling him back
into me. I was beautiful because of him, I was because of him. He made me feel
this way.
    My phone started ringing and Stefan
pulled back from me. “You better go get that. It could be Kennedy.”
I rolled out of bed and reached over to my nightstand, he was
right.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Hey Jen! Just calling to
make sure everything was okay before I went to bed.” I could tell
she was still drunk, but definitely sobering up.
    “ Uh, I’m fine. Stefan is
here. We’ll talk later.” Now was not the time to tell her
everything that had happened.
    “ So you finally decided to
see him? I knew you couldn’t resist,” she mocked into the phone. I
wondered if he would still be standing in my kitchen if things
tonight had been different?
    “ Y-yeah, I guess you could
say that. Get some sleep. Call me tomorrow.”
    “ Goodnight.”
    We hung up the phone and I
tossed it back on my bed, noticing Stefan had left my room. I threw
on a loose shirt and started walking downstairs. I stopped at the
top of the stairs, I had a perfect view of Stefan. He was
completely breathtaking, standing there, waiting on me. He was looking at the
picture frames on the mantle above the fire place.
    His tattoos started at his shoulder on
one arm and went right past his elbow, almost a sleeve mostly
tribal. It was hard imagining a business man, a millionaire, having
that many tattoos. But he hadn’t expected his dad to get murdered;
he hadn’t expected to take over the business at 24. But the tattoos
worked well on his body. He could cover them up, and be the
respectable business man during the week, and on the weekends, he
could be the bad boy that I craved all the time.
    “ Do you want to watch a
movie?” I jumped at his voice, startled that he had caught me
gazing at him.
    “ Sure. We can find
something on the TV if you prefer.” I walked down the stairs headed
towards the TV.
    He grabbed the quilt that was neatly
folded on the back of the couch and put a pillow on his lap and
waited. I smiled; he had known exactly where I wanted to
be.
    “ Do you want some
popcorn?”
    “ Whatever you want,” he
winked at me, sending vibrations through my body.
    After popping popcorn and setting back
down the couch, we decided on Death Race.

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