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Her eyes went wide. “You freaked out? Nate Sinclair freaked out?”

“It wasn’t my intention. I, uh, I don’t know. I wanted to make it so good for you, and I can’t get that scream out of my head. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I totally fucked this up. I saw the blood on the bed, and I … I…” He was no coward, but he didn’t know how he could face her. “You’re the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt.”

She pulled her hands out of his and stepped toward him. “Then you owe me,” she said.

“What?”

“You heard me. Unless you tell me right here, right now, that you don’t want to be with me, and everything you have just said is a load of bullshit, then you owe me, and you owe me big.”

“You’re not pissed at me?”

Molly shrugged. “I was. I mean, I was hurt, and I did cry. The first guy I had sex with freaked out and ran away. It’s not exactly good for morale.”

“Fuck, I am so sorry.”

“Stop. You don’t need to be sorry. You don’t need to be anything.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “I don’t know what it iswe’re doing, but I know I love being around you. If you still want me to be.”

Nate didn’t know how he had gotten a second chance. He hadn’t been hiding, but he sure as shit hadn’t been doing anything to break this silence between them. He did tell Randy that if Molly called, then no matter what, he was busy, or he’d just popped out.

Standing up, he cupped her cheek and then kissed her hard, knowing he was never going to get a second chance again.

Chapter Nine

One Week Later

Nate was doing everything he could to avoid having sex with her. At first, Molly could accept it. She even enjoyed it. They didn’t not do stuff with each other. The first time he’d driven her to orgasm, and when she turned the tables on him and took his cock into her mouth, it felt like a real victory. He’d guided her to what he liked, and she had loved watching him come completely undone.

They did this for three nights.

On the fourth night, he cooked dinner and ate enough pasta that Molly didn’t feel she could move. On the fifth night, they had dinner with Randy and Bethany, and he volunteered them to be babysitters for the fifth, sixth, and even seventh night.

Now, she knew what game he was trying to play, as she overheard him talking to Randy. She could be a little upset with him, or she could see what he was doing as very sweet, kind, and caring. Molly had decided to believe he was being sweet because he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Look, man, I need this. I want Molly, we just need some time, and I’m not going to tell you why. You’re getting free babysitters, and I get Molly.”

He wasn’t about to tell Randy that she had been a virgin, nor was he willing to let her go. That, to her, was sweet.

They didn’t have the kind of relationship she wrote about, because the truth was, real life was messy, and stuff happened. Life got in the way. However, knowing he was trying to avoid hurting her, Molly had come up with a plan. She was bringing her book world and real world together.

While Nate finished his work, and was due to arrive at seven, she’d spent most of the day preparing.

The lights were turned down low, and she had the heat on, because Fall had well and truly captured the season now. She was dressed in a red negligee that was so sheer, he would be able to see through it. The curtains were closed, but that wasn’t unusual seeing as it was dark outside already.

Glancing around the room, she knew Nate was going to arrive any minute. The only light was the glow of the candles.

She had pushed all the furniture out of the way, including the coffee table and chairs. She’d thrown a rug onto the floor, and the whole vibe was one she could work with. It screamed seduction and sex.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

She lay on the rug as soon as she heard the bike roaring onto her driveway. He wanted her to take a ride with him, and she would, eventually. Bikes kind of scared her, as did cars. She loved walking, there was nothing better for her as it also gave her such inspiration.

The front door opened, as she’d given him a key.

“Fuck me, it is freezing,” he said.

This made her smile. She loved the way he talked, the words he said.

The door closed, and she heard the lock flick into place, and then there was a second pause.