“You look tired.” He cups my cheek with his hand, bending down to meet my eyes. “Even though it’d be flattering if you passed out while I was fucking you, that’s not how I want our first time to be.” Colt kisses my nose, leans away, and walks into his bedroom. I step inside, thinking about everything he just said. My mind drifts back and forth between his words, and the more I absorb them, the more my amusement grows. Our first time. He doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing. He doesn’t want it to be his usual, but what does that mean for me?
