You’re not ready, Hallie. And make no mistake, there’s nothing I would rather do than strip you bare beneath me. Not a single fucking thing,” he says as he slides his hand into my hair, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone, “But my rule? We don’t rush anything. When I think you’re ready, then we’ll move forward. Sex should be natural. It’s not us scheduling it and making it happen mechanically. It’s much more than that, Hallie. It’s about truly knowing another person and you feeling comfortable doing it. So, we’re going to hang out, get to know each other better.”
