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.“I’m more than happy to pay for the prescription,” I tell her, watching her face for her reaction.Before she can object I quickly talk ahead.“I’m part of this relationship too, and birth control shouldn’t just be a female’s responsibility.”“I can afford it now,” she says.“But thank you for thinking of me, and of us.I’ll have to remember to call a doctor and get that taken care of.I probably need to go anyway.”I kiss her on the end of her nose and gather up her clothes, handing them to her as I watch a flush creep over her body.I don’t know why she’s still shy after everything we’ve been doing.We put our clothes on, but it’s quiet, and it’s worrying me.Once I’m dressed I’m ready to head home.We walk to the front door together, and I grab her chin so I can look at her.“Hey,” I say softly.“It’s all going to be ok.” I watch her face closely, trying to judge her mood.She smiles and nods at me as she leans in and gives me an innocent kiss.“Thanks for a great day,” I say.“I’ll call you later.Let me know when you get to work so I’ll know you made it safely.Text me if you don’t have time to call.” With that I leave her with one last kiss before I turn to go.This woman holds my heart in her tiny hands.She owns me.I can only hope that whatever secret she is keeping won’t destroy us.Chapter Twenty-fourCherryI feel extremely guilty.I told Sawyer I’m clean when I have no idea if that is the case or not.I booked a doctor’s appointment immediately and breathed a sigh of relief when the results came in that I actually am clean.I was given a prescription for birth control and filled it immediately.The doctor gave me in depth instructions on use, and based on where I am in my cycle I can start it shortly.We still have to be careful for a while.Sawyer and I spend more and more time together and I love being with him.It’s so free and easy.I was worried it would be awkward to date him and continue stripping.It didn’t matter before since we weren’t in a relationship, but we are now.I constantly worry that he may get angry or jealous that I’m taking off my clothes for other men, but he continues to prove that I worry for nothing.Even though Sawyer would prefer that I stop, he understands and supports me fully.I’m lucky to have him, because I’m not sure that another man would be so understanding.We’ve been having so much fun the last few weeks.He keeps me occupied with things like going bowling, rollerblading, and rock climbing.The most fun, though, is just hitting the open road and riding our Harleys together.It’s nice to connect with someone that you have something in common with.It makes conversation effortless, but even when it’s quiet and no one is saying a word, it’s comfortable.No one feels rushed or obligated to fill the empty space with useless information.I know I need to talk to him and tell him everything about me, and about my past.It’s only right that he knows everything, or else I’m no different than a stranger.He could walk away if he knows the truth.That’s the part that scares me.Whenever I think of my past and what happened to me, I get sick to my stomach and find myself wishing it were a nightmare that I haven’t woken up from.Sawyer and I are planning a longer ride today.We’re heading to the beach.My saddlebags are packed with everything I need, including a swimsuit, towel, and a change of clothes to walk around in.I wear jeans or leather when on the bike, as well as boots that cover my ankles.I’ve heard too many stories of people suffering major road rash and it’s not something I want to experience in my lifetime.He should be arriving at the house shortly, as our plan was to be on the road by eight in the morning.I take my last gulp of coffee when I hear the sound of his motorcycle approaching.I watch as he drives up the street.He looks so hot on the back of his bike.It’s my favorite view.I hurry and grab my things, locking the door behind me as I run toward him and give him a big kiss.I hurry to pull on my helmet and start my bike, eager for the road trip.We hit the open road by 8AM and traffic is light.I’m behind Sawyer, enjoying the view of him in his leather riding gear on the back of his badass bike.My mind wanders and I think back over the last several weeks, and how much fun I’ve been having getting to know Sawyer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I’m more than happy to pay for the prescription,” I tell her, watching her face for her reaction.Before she can object I quickly talk ahead.“I’m part of this relationship too, and birth control shouldn’t just be a female’s responsibility.”“I can afford it now,” she says.“But thank you for thinking of me, and of us.I’ll have to remember to call a doctor and get that taken care of.I probably need to go anyway.”I kiss her on the end of her nose and gather up her clothes, handing them to her as I watch a flush creep over her body.I don’t know why she’s still shy after everything we’ve been doing.We put our clothes on, but it’s quiet, and it’s worrying me.Once I’m dressed I’m ready to head home.We walk to the front door together, and I grab her chin so I can look at her.“Hey,” I say softly.“It’s all going to be ok.” I watch her face closely, trying to judge her mood.She smiles and nods at me as she leans in and gives me an innocent kiss.“Thanks for a great day,” I say.“I’ll call you later.Let me know when you get to work so I’ll know you made it safely.Text me if you don’t have time to call.” With that I leave her with one last kiss before I turn to go.This woman holds my heart in her tiny hands.She owns me.I can only hope that whatever secret she is keeping won’t destroy us.Chapter Twenty-fourCherryI feel extremely guilty.I told Sawyer I’m clean when I have no idea if that is the case or not.I booked a doctor’s appointment immediately and breathed a sigh of relief when the results came in that I actually am clean.I was given a prescription for birth control and filled it immediately.The doctor gave me in depth instructions on use, and based on where I am in my cycle I can start it shortly.We still have to be careful for a while.Sawyer and I spend more and more time together and I love being with him.It’s so free and easy.I was worried it would be awkward to date him and continue stripping.It didn’t matter before since we weren’t in a relationship, but we are now.I constantly worry that he may get angry or jealous that I’m taking off my clothes for other men, but he continues to prove that I worry for nothing.Even though Sawyer would prefer that I stop, he understands and supports me fully.I’m lucky to have him, because I’m not sure that another man would be so understanding.We’ve been having so much fun the last few weeks.He keeps me occupied with things like going bowling, rollerblading, and rock climbing.The most fun, though, is just hitting the open road and riding our Harleys together.It’s nice to connect with someone that you have something in common with.It makes conversation effortless, but even when it’s quiet and no one is saying a word, it’s comfortable.No one feels rushed or obligated to fill the empty space with useless information.I know I need to talk to him and tell him everything about me, and about my past.It’s only right that he knows everything, or else I’m no different than a stranger.He could walk away if he knows the truth.That’s the part that scares me.Whenever I think of my past and what happened to me, I get sick to my stomach and find myself wishing it were a nightmare that I haven’t woken up from.Sawyer and I are planning a longer ride today.We’re heading to the beach.My saddlebags are packed with everything I need, including a swimsuit, towel, and a change of clothes to walk around in.I wear jeans or leather when on the bike, as well as boots that cover my ankles.I’ve heard too many stories of people suffering major road rash and it’s not something I want to experience in my lifetime.He should be arriving at the house shortly, as our plan was to be on the road by eight in the morning.I take my last gulp of coffee when I hear the sound of his motorcycle approaching.I watch as he drives up the street.He looks so hot on the back of his bike.It’s my favorite view.I hurry and grab my things, locking the door behind me as I run toward him and give him a big kiss.I hurry to pull on my helmet and start my bike, eager for the road trip.We hit the open road by 8AM and traffic is light.I’m behind Sawyer, enjoying the view of him in his leather riding gear on the back of his badass bike.My mind wanders and I think back over the last several weeks, and how much fun I’ve been having getting to know Sawyer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]