“Just fun?” He brushes his thumb over the top of my hand and my entire body reacts.
“Always fun,” I whisper.
Drew
I’m curious where Fable thinks she’s taking this true confessions game she mentions. Curious enough to agree to leave the restaurant without ordering, earning a strange look from the waitress when we leave.
Feeling a little nervous too, since I’m not the most comfortable when it comes to talking about sex. Fable is the first girl I’ve ever really wanted. I’ve been forever damaged by what happened with Adele. I’ve had sex since then but it was always quick. Meaningless. Never with the same girl twice.
After a while, it became too complicated. So I avoided girls. It was easier that way.
Our agreement to pretend to be normal has given me some freedom. I’m able to let go—at least temporarily—some of the issues that constantly plague me and enjoy my time with her. We hardly leave my bed. We’ve remained naked pretty much the entire time.
It’s also been pretty fucking incredible.
“Let’s play strip true confessions,” she suggests as we enter my apartment. The chipper sound of her voice makes me burst out laughing.
“Strip true confessions?” I scratch my head as I shut and lock the door.
She turns to face me, her bright smile stealing my breath. “We confess, then we take off a piece of clothing.”
“Didn’t we already plan on taking off our clothes?”
“Of course, but this makes it much more interesting.” Grabbing my hand, Fable leads me back to my bedroom. She tugs me down with her so we both sit on the edge of the bed and she turns to face me, her expression solemn, those pretty green eyes beguiling. “Now, I’ll go first. We must confess something sexual that we’ve never done. Or something we’ve always wanted to do. And then we take off one piece of clothing when we’re finished. Are you game?”
I have no idea where she’s going with this but I’m curious to hear what she has to say. “I’m game.”
“Perfect. Okay.” She blows out a harsh breath and drops her gaze. “This is more nerve-racking than I thought.”
If she’s nervous, I’m in huge trouble. She’s much more open sexually than I am. Though the more time I spend with her, the more I’m coming around.
“It’s just me,” I remind her and when she glances up, I offer her a reassuring smile. “Like I’m going to judge you.”
“I know,” she says softly. “All right, I’m going for it. I’ve never been taken from behind before.”
I mock frown. “Taken?”
She rolls her eyes. “You know…I’ve never done it doggy-style. God, that sounds gross, phrasing it like that.”
It sounds arousing as hell but I school my expression, going for serious. “I’m sure that could be arranged. Me taking you from behind, doggy-style.”
Her cheeks color a pretty shade of pink and she shrugs out of her zip-up sweatshirt, tossing it on the floor. She’s only wearing a white tank top with a black bra beneath it. Jesus, she’s hot. “I’m sure it could. Okay, your turn.”
“Uh…” There are a lot of things I could confess.
“Don’t be shy.” She smiles, all pure, sweet seduction. “Come on. Out with it. Pick an easy one.”
“I’ve never slept all night with a girl. Until you.” I yank my sweatshirt off and throw it on top of hers on the floor.
“Aw.” She leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “I love that I’m your first,” she murmurs against my lips before she moves away from me.
She’s a lot of firsts for me. It’s embarrassing to admit just how many.
“I’ve never had sex outside.” A wistful look crosses her face. “I think that would be incredibly romantic. Under the stars, a cool breeze over hot skin. Maybe on the beach, by the ocean…”
“Sand getting in our asses,” I add because I can’t help it, that’s my first thought when I hear sex on the beach.
Fable smacks me on the arm. “You’re such a guy. Way to kill the romantic mood.”
“You know it would happen.” I rub my arm, watching as she takes off one sock. “Only one?”
“An article of clothing a confession, right?” She shrugs, looking smug.
I’ll remember this. But then again, do I want to confess that much?
“I’ve never had phone sex.” I take off a sock just like she did.
“Me either.” She takes off her other sock and giggles. “This is silly.”
“It was your idea,” I point out.