Page 93 of His Reckless Freshman

“Shit, sorry.”

“No, that’s okay.” She giggles and smiles at me like she’s floating on cloud nine.

Meanwhile, I’m sinking into a pit of guilt and regret.

I just crossed a line I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I didn’t even ask for consent. I wasn’t suited up.

I’m a fucking selfish prick with no control.

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JOLIE

Oh my gosh.

That was ah-maaa-zing!

Sure, it was a little tight when he first entered, but he was so slow and gentle about it. There was no ripping or fast thrusting. It was this easy ride that didn’t pick up pace until we were both fully immersed in this horizontal dance that was out of this world!

I feel like I just had a Daphne and Simon moment.

They’re the first Bridgerton couple, and all of those honeymoon scenes they had together… well, I just had one of my own!

“That was incredible,” I whisper, waiting for Ben to lie down beside me, snuggle in close, maybe kiss my cheek, tell me it was amazing for him too.

But he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cleaning himself up with a tissue. Snatching a few out of the box by the bed, he then starts wiping his cum off my body. He’s frowning, not looking at me, and…

Why is he frowning?

Why has the energy in the room gone from sweet ecstasy to something heavy and brooding?

“Uh… are you okay?” I run my hand down his bare arm.

He flinches at my touch.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“For what?”

“For doing that… I…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I shouldn’t have done that. This is about you, not me.”

“But I… wanted you to. I enjoyed it. It’s exactly the way I was hoping sex would be. Ben, it was⁠—”

“I wasn’t even wrapped,” he barks, standing up and walking away from the bed. “I didn’t ask for your consent.”

“You didn’t need to. I was showing you that I wanted it.”

“That’s not okay.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “You always double-check anyway. No guy should be doing that with you unless he’s completely sure you want it.”

“I did want it. I pulled you on top of me.” I sit up, hugging my knees to my chest as we have this bizarre argument.

We should be floating on a loved-up cloud right now, not⁠—

Why’d you say loved-up?

And that’s when it hits me. I know why he’s regretting this.