“I’d prefer if-if for our first time…” “Okay, yes. Whatever you want.” He kisses my cheek and slowly lowers me to the ground. I fiddle with my bra strap as I look away from him. My cheeks and chest flush. “Hey…don’t do that.” He reaches out, taking my jaw in his hand like he did the day he moved in—in almost this exact spot. “We’ve waited; we can wait more.” He smiles, and I can’t help but match.
