Chapter 6:

First Night of Passion

The moment we stepped inside my apartment, Daniel closed the door behind us and locked it. The small living room felt even smaller with him in it. He towered over me, his presence filling the space. I was still dripping wet from the rain, my dress plastered to my body, but the heat between us had nothing to do with the storm outside.

“You’re shaking again,” he said, stepping closer. His hand came up to brush a strand of wet hair from my face. “Nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never… done this. Not all the way.”

Daniel’s...