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He still doesn’t even know who I am, and I’m still thinking I don’t want him to.
And he also doesn’t know what Kelly knows.
I’m a virgin.
Yep, that’s right. I’m twenty-five, I was in a long-term relationship with my ex, and I haven’t had sex yet.
To be fair, I wanted to. But Colin wanted to wait until marriage…which is why I thought wedding bells would have been ringing by now.
We met at our college freshman orientation. We were friends first, and it took him two years to ask me out.
He’s not particularly religious or anything, and neither am I. We just…didn’t for the first year of our relationship even though we did everything else, and I think it was because we were friends first for so long. Then it became this big huge thing, and we agreed without ever really having a big talk about it that we were waiting for our wedding night.
I always had this thought in my head that if Colin and I ever broke up, I’d go out and blow my V-card on the first guy who came along. I didn’t want it to be a big huge thing anymore.
And somehow the stars aligned and brought me Grayson Nash on a silver platter.
If there’s a single man who has starred in my dreams of this moment more than any other man, it’s him.
Colin included.
I feel like the monkey face with the hands covering the eyes emoji over that admission.
But I’ve been dreaming of Grayson Nash for many more years than I even knew Colin, so mathematically…I don’t care.
Me: I’m positive.
He walks around to my side of the car and grabs my hand, and it feels so natural as my fingers slide between his.
Those butterflies are flapping. Wildly.
I’ve never had my engine revving quite like this, and I literally want to kick my feet in the air.
Is this it? Or is it just the crush pulsing all these feelings in me?
One thing is definite. I never, ever felt like this with Colin.
Colin was stable. He’s a good guy, and he’ll make a great husband for somebody. But I was tired of the complacent place where we landed.
I want the butterflies. I want the feet kicking.
And I feel it with Grayson. You know…the guy who just told me he’s not sure he can give me anything more than one night.
But I’ll take what I can get where Grayson Nash is concerned.
Instead of heading toward the elevators as I’m expecting, he heads to the left. We walk through the casino and stop in front of a café.
I glance over at him with a clear question in my eyes, and his eyes meet mine. His are twinkling a little.
“You requested a date first. I hope this café will do.”
My chest tightens as emotion seems to fill me. It’s silly, really. So I asked for dinner first.
But he didn’t have to remember that I asked, and he certainly didn’t have to actually take me out—especially not after the way things heated up between us.
He did it anyway.
It feels more romantic than my entire five years with Colin.
