then left the room for a few minutes. Savannah settled in and tried to put her injury and the paparazzi and Charles out of her mind. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, slowly. Time passed, but she wasn’t sure how long. Had she fallen asleep?
She felt Zac take her hand and start to gently stroke the palm and fingers. He was moving so slowly, it almost tickled. She breathed a little bit faster. She lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying his touch. This was different. This was new. Something was going on…
After a minute, she heard his voice, full of emotion.
“I took a vow, Savannah,” he said, speaking very quietly.
“Hmm?” she moaned.
“I vowed not to have sex. I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn’t. I was embarrassed…ashamed…I’m sorry. I should have told you. I’m such as idiot.”
No sex? He made a vow? This didn’t make sense…what was he talking about? She opened her eyes and looked at him. Was this the big secret? The thing he’d been holding back all this time?
She watched his eyes. They were staring at her lips. They moved down to her chest, and she felt strangely self-conscious about her thin bra and silky shirt.
He looked up again, and his hand moved toward her face, touching her cheek, running down it to her jaw, then tracing a line down her neck. She opened her lips a fraction.
“Things were so crazy down in California,” he said. “So much sex, so many women. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Ménage à trois, orgies. Oh man, it was insane.”
“Tell me more…” she whispered. But she wondered: if he’d taken this vow, why hadn’t he just told her about it? He said he was embarrassed and ashamed, but he’d told her other things about his sex life.
His fingers traced along the front of her shirt, touching each button all the way down, as if feeling their smooth mother-of-pearl texture. She wanted him to unbutton them, to pull her shirt off. Her heart beat faster and her breaths started to come even more rapidly. Without thinking, she licked her lips and swallowed. Was this really going to happen?
“One day I woke up in a strange bed. I didn’t know where I was.” He lifted up the bottom corner of her shirt a little, exposing the tan skin of her lower stomach. “My head was throbbing. There were five naked women asleep all around me. Models. Centerfolds. Dancers.” He placed the shirt back down and rested his hand on her hip. “But they meant nothing to me. My heart was aching for real love, a real connection.”
He picked up his hand and ran it along the outside of her upper thigh, down to the knee. She felt his gentle touch through the thin cotton of her skirt. He touched her bare knee.
“We were in some expensive hotel. My head hurt so much I could hardly move. One of the women wanted a couple thousand dollars to buy more drugs. Another one got sick in the bed.”
He ran his hand down to her foot and caressed the toes and gave her a little foot massage. Savannah found it incredibly sensual.
“That was it,” he said. “Rock bottom, as they say. I’d had enough. I made a formal vow of chastity the next day. Started researching where I could go to escape everything. That was two months ago. I took that vow very seriously. That’s why I couldn’t let you touch me, or even kiss me. I had to have limits, I had to draw a line. Otherwise things would get out of hand and I’d break my vow.”
“So we can’t have sex? We can’t even kiss?”
His finger moved up and around the back of her knee and caressed the soft skin behind it. She shifted, barely aware of it, her legs parting slightly under her skirt. By moving, she became aware of the feel of her panties against her bottom and her vulva.
“Well, I held out as long as I could. It wasn’t all that difficult until a couple of weeks ago. Being around you has been…oh, God! It’s been so difficult. Even that very first day, the very first minute, I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to tear
She felt Zac take her hand and start to gently stroke the palm and fingers. He was moving so slowly, it almost tickled. She breathed a little bit faster. She lay there with her eyes closed, enjoying his touch. This was different. This was new. Something was going on…
After a minute, she heard his voice, full of emotion.
“I took a vow, Savannah,” he said, speaking very quietly.
“Hmm?” she moaned.
“I vowed not to have sex. I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn’t. I was embarrassed…ashamed…I’m sorry. I should have told you. I’m such as idiot.”
No sex? He made a vow? This didn’t make sense…what was he talking about? She opened her eyes and looked at him. Was this the big secret? The thing he’d been holding back all this time?
She watched his eyes. They were staring at her lips. They moved down to her chest, and she felt strangely self-conscious about her thin bra and silky shirt.
He looked up again, and his hand moved toward her face, touching her cheek, running down it to her jaw, then tracing a line down her neck. She opened her lips a fraction.
“Things were so crazy down in California,” he said. “So much sex, so many women. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. Ménage à trois, orgies. Oh man, it was insane.”
“Tell me more…” she whispered. But she wondered: if he’d taken this vow, why hadn’t he just told her about it? He said he was embarrassed and ashamed, but he’d told her other things about his sex life.
His fingers traced along the front of her shirt, touching each button all the way down, as if feeling their smooth mother-of-pearl texture. She wanted him to unbutton them, to pull her shirt off. Her heart beat faster and her breaths started to come even more rapidly. Without thinking, she licked her lips and swallowed. Was this really going to happen?
“One day I woke up in a strange bed. I didn’t know where I was.” He lifted up the bottom corner of her shirt a little, exposing the tan skin of her lower stomach. “My head was throbbing. There were five naked women asleep all around me. Models. Centerfolds. Dancers.” He placed the shirt back down and rested his hand on her hip. “But they meant nothing to me. My heart was aching for real love, a real connection.”
He picked up his hand and ran it along the outside of her upper thigh, down to the knee. She felt his gentle touch through the thin cotton of her skirt. He touched her bare knee.
“We were in some expensive hotel. My head hurt so much I could hardly move. One of the women wanted a couple thousand dollars to buy more drugs. Another one got sick in the bed.”
He ran his hand down to her foot and caressed the toes and gave her a little foot massage. Savannah found it incredibly sensual.
“That was it,” he said. “Rock bottom, as they say. I’d had enough. I made a formal vow of chastity the next day. Started researching where I could go to escape everything. That was two months ago. I took that vow very seriously. That’s why I couldn’t let you touch me, or even kiss me. I had to have limits, I had to draw a line. Otherwise things would get out of hand and I’d break my vow.”
“So we can’t have sex? We can’t even kiss?”
His finger moved up and around the back of her knee and caressed the soft skin behind it. She shifted, barely aware of it, her legs parting slightly under her skirt. By moving, she became aware of the feel of her panties against her bottom and her vulva.
“Well, I held out as long as I could. It wasn’t all that difficult until a couple of weeks ago. Being around you has been…oh, God! It’s been so difficult. Even that very first day, the very first minute, I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to tear
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