The next morning I am still overwhelmed by what happened the night before.

I vacillate between being embarrassed about some of the things I've done or the way I've sounded and wanting to do it again—or wanting to do other things.

This new level of intimacy with him feels intoxicating. Somehow, I hope it doesn't leave Asher completely cold either, even if it's nothing new to him like it is to me.

I look at the bathroom door where he is taking a shower.

I love him so much, and I trust him like no other. Even though the thought of sleeping with a man for the first time makes...