What an odd date this is—he’s taking me out to watch another man give me
A giggle erupts from my throat at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” He grins over at me as he starts up the
car and pulls out into the street.
“Just…this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never thought
I was this kind of woman.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “What kind of woman?”
“The…you know…threesome kind, or whatever this is.” I wave
my hand in front of me.
“The kind of woman that likes to explore her sexuality? The
kind of woman that likes to try new things? The kind of woman that doesn’t let
society dictate the way she leads her life?”
Hmm. I don’t mind being that kind
of woman. I feel his stare at the stoplight.
My mirth dies and my smile fades at his serious tone. I meet
his blue eyes and raise my eyebrows in question.
“You listen to me: I think you’re fucking amazing—strong,
beautiful, talented, sexy as fuck. If doing this is going to change your
opinion of yourself, let’s not.”
My chest squeezes at his sincerity and I feel so much better
about tonight. I mean, I am excited, but I must admit I was afraid of the judgment
factor, of what he’ll think of me after tonight. Now he’s worried
about what I’ll think ofmyself, and that alone makes me square my
shoulders, raise my chin, and reassure him.
“I want this, Charlie, really want it. I
promise I won’t regret it later.”
He leans forward, smiling, and places a soft kiss on my
lips. “That’s more like it.”
Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.