A sigh leaves my lips, my shoulders sag, I don’t know what to say and I am grateful for the fact that he doesn’t try to continue the conversation. I don’t want to mess things up again by saying the wrong things.

The bra drops from my hand to the floor, I shrug off my shorts and panties, stand on my toes to place a chaste kiss on Brandon’s lips. I want him to take the lead. We stare at each other, our eyes communicating what we cannot or are afraid to say, then his lips claim mine with an urgency that has desire flooding my veins, coursing through me....