I decided that I wanted more. Keith said he was planning to marry me. We’d definitely been on more than one date, but I was pretty sure, if kissing wasn’t ok, then s*x wasn’t on the table.
So I decided to start a new tradition at bedtime. I went into the room, like I normally did after he said goodnight, but I didn’t lock the door. Instead, I changed into his shirt, then opened the door again.
Keith looked at me like I was wearing something tiny and lacy, even though I was just wearing his t-shirt, which hung on me because he was so much bigger. He licked his lips as his eyes slid back up my body. There was so much heat in his gaze, that I felt like fanning myself. No one ever looked at me like that… well, no one before this week, at least.
“Jill? Did… uh… did you need something?” He
