“Do it.” Shivering in fearful anticipation, I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him hard. “Just go slow.” Blowing out a shaky breath, Gerard leaned forward, rested his brow against mine, and pushed. And then he was deep inside of me. The initial jolt of pain that coursed through me was enough to sting my eyes with tears, but I held my nerve, too enraptured in the moment to care. Because this boy. If there was pain to experience, I wanted it to be at his hands.
