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“Whenever you want, but I insist on security. You’ll stay in the VIP section,” he said firmly. I saw a fleeting look of worry cross his face before he masked it with a confident smile.
“I want to go this upcoming weekend. Can my friends stay at the penthouse?” I asked, feeling a flutter of excitement.
“How many friends are we talking about?” he inquired, his tone cautious.
“Three. Benny, Diane, and Lisa.”
“Who are these friends?” he asked suspiciously.
“I went to high school with them, and we’ve kept in touch.”
“Is Benny an old boyfriend?” he asked, his voice tightening.
I couldn’t resist teasing him. “He was my first.”
He wasn’t but it was refreshing to see how jealous Oliver got at the mention of another man in my life, even if it was years ago.
He raised his eyebrows, a mix of surprise and concern. “I’m not sure I feel comfortable with you hanging out with your first lover.”
“Why not? There’s obviously nothing going on between us now.”
“I’d certainly hope not. He’s seen you naked,” Oliver said, his tone a mix of protectiveness and jealousy.
“But it’s long over. There’s no spark between us,” I reassured him.
“I don’t want to say no, but I don’t think I want him around you.”
“I’m kidding. Benny is only a friend. He’s dating Lisa,” I clarified, grinning at his relief.
“Who was your first and when? We never finished our discussion,” he asked, leaning back and regarding me intently.
“High school. I was sixteen, and his name was David. We dated for several months, and I thought I was in love.”
“How did it end?” he asked, genuinely interested.
“Amicably. The chemistry just disappeared. I think our love was infatuation. He was my real first steady boyfriend. I broke it off,” I explained.
“Do you still see him?”
In a fit of possessiveness, Oliver pressed a kiss to my neck, moving to my ear and nuzzling it. His warm breath against my skin sent chills down my spine.
“I did, but he moved to Little Rock after college. You have no competition, Oliver. None,” I said, my voice softening.
“I’m well aware,” he said, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
“Who was your first and when?” I asked, curious about his past.
I clasped his hand, playing with his fingers.
“Fifteen. We were too young to enjoy what we were doing. Her name was Kayla, and she was my girlfriend for a time.”
“Were you in love with her?”
“Like you, it was infatuation. I’d never had a girlfriend before her. We were so wrapped up in each other, but it faded after a while. Our relationship became a chore. It was too emotional for us,” he explained, a nostalgic look in his eyes.
As we talked, I felt a deeper connection forming between us, our pasts blending into the present, shaping our future together. I wanted to know everything about him because there was so much to tell.
“You never had a girlfriend before you were fifteen?”
