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“I was always so scared about sex. It seemed like this big, terrifying thing and I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone for so long. I mean, I’d seen porn or whatever and it never… I was always so confused about it. And then I came out and a lot of things made sense, but I was still worried that this part wasn’t going to work.”

I kissed her temple and squeezed her. “It worked, Soph. Oh, it worked.”

She laughed. “I didn’t think I’d find someone I could feel so safe with. I feel safe with you, Reid. And that’s something I never thought I would have.”

“I feel safe with you too,” I admitted. Those words weren’t easy to say, but I knew in my bones they were true. I’d only trusted a few people in my life and several of those people had broken it in a substantial way.

I wasn’t going to think about them right now. Not when I had a naked Sophie in my arms. That was something to deal with in therapy. I wouldn’t ruin this moment by looking backward.

My fingers stroked up and down her back as she lay against me and rested her head on my heart.

Chapter Thirty

Sophie

Sex with Reid was more than I could have imagined. All my uncertainty vanished as I did everything I could to make her come. Then she did and I was hit with a rush of power so intense that I thought I was going to orgasm myself. We held each other for a while and then she showed me how we could get each other off at the same time with our hands while we kissed each other and that was another earth-shattering experience.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” I asked her in the sweaty aftermath.

“Yeah, I’d love to,” she said, and followed me into the bathroom.

Giggling, we soaped each other up and washed each other’s hair and talked about random things. This part was almost as good as the sex. Just being naked and comfortable with her made me all fluttery and giddy. I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she kept saying and then she’d kiss me until my head spun and I wanted to drag her back into bed with me again.

Our growling stomachs put pause on that idea, so I dragged Reid to the kitchen with me. She’d put on a pair of my shorts and a T-shirt that were a little small on her, but I liked that.

“What do you want?” I asked her, fully intending to cook.

She put her hands around me and pulled me until my back was pressed up against her front, her arms circling me and her chin going to my shoulder.

“I want you,” she said in my ear, nipping my earlobe. I whimpered and pushed back against her.

“To eat, what do you want to eat?”

She laughed, the sound vibrating against my back. “Same answer. You.”

“Reid!”

She licked my neck and I couldn’t focus, gripping the counter in front of me.

“But since you’re asking about food, how about a grilled cheese? I can make it.”

Reid licked me one more time and went to the fridge.

“You don’t have to make it for me. I can do it.” Reid waved me off.

“I’ve got this.”

My instincts were to argue and tell her this was my kitchen, but then I decided to let go and sit on the counter to watch her.

Reid got out my bread, butter, cheese and olive oil.

Her movements were graceful as she assembled two sandwiches, added some olive oil to the pan, and then spread butter on the bread.

She hummed softly to herself and held out a little piece of cheese for me to eat from her fingers.

“I don’t let just anyone cook in my kitchen.”