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“How old are you, Kade?”
“Why? Does my age matter to you?”
His tone shifts, feeding me a sense of concern, maybe disappointment in my question. Not that age is a big factor, but it does matter some. And now, he’s probably thinking I’m judging or about to brush him off.
“You seem like you’ve had a lot of experience with the female body.”
“Ah. Fair enough. I’m thirty-three. And I’m not married, nor do I have any baby mommas,” he adds jokingly.
“I didn’t ask about—”
“I know, but thought I should tell you. But I’ve had some experience. Does that bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t! I guess you just don’t hear men say things like that, at least not men my age. They usually don’t care too much about how confident a girl feels. They have their agenda and that’s usually what they focus on.”
“Then you’ve let all the wrong men have access to your body.”
“It’s not been—”
“I don’t care! However many men it was or wasn’t, they were the wrong ones.”
I gulp.
“But I will honestly say I was once one of those wrong guys,” he says playfully.
I’m thankful for the change in pace. My body is betraying me in so many ways it’s not even funny. I like that we are having an actual conversation, but Lord knows I can’t stop thinking about the sexual aspect of it. He’s so wise and confident, and my body seems to like him for it.
“So, what changed? At which point did you go from the wrong guy to the right one?”
“I grew up and dated older women who showed me exactly the kind of power a woman possesses. And excuse me for being so blunt with you, sweets, but I think you possess that power.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I do. You not hanging up on me that first night told me just that.”
“That’s why you called me back?”
“Partly, but mostly because you didn’t let me finish. You hung up on me once you used me for what I was worth.” A smile can be heard through his words.
“I didn’t use you up,” I squeal.
“Oh yes, you did. Made me feel like a cheap piece of meat.” He laughs.
“You must like that?”
“I might.”
There’s that sexual tension again. I chuckle to break the looming awkwardness, and he joins in. It’s nostalgic to be up at this hour, blushing and talking to a man I’ve never seen.
“So.” He clears his throat. “What sort of things are you interested in?”
I smile. “A lot actually. Movies, reading, gaming.”
“Gaming? Really, what do you play?”
“Fortnite and a few others.”
“Wow, I’m honestly surprised.”
