I almost can't believe we're here, and that she's finally opening up to me. When she pushed through my apartment door earlier this afternoon, her face red with anger, I thought I'd screwed up beyond repair. I thought she was bringing me here to tell me it was over between us, closing herself off to me like she has done so many times before. I never expected her to tell me the truth about her past. I had no idea she'd suffered so much as a child, or how hard she's worked to get where she is now. If I lost everything today, would I be so strong? My body hungers for hers, but I don't want to rush through this. I don't want to give her any chance for regret. I want to make it last, and prove to her that I'm not just looking for a one-night stand or a good time. I want to remember every touch, every kiss of this first time with her. My fingers keep dipping to the top of her underwear.
