James hung up and fell backwards onto his borrowed bed. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling he couldn’t help but be pleased with how that had gone. He’d hinted at staying in a motel, hoping she’d invite him to stay at her place again, and gotten exactly what he’d hoped for. She’d told him to stay at her place, and once more, invited him to her bed. He’d held back before, but he had no intentions of doing so again. He had no doubt how he felt about her now.
The last week and half seemed to take ten years. Now, the sun sat low on the horizon and James needed to take a leak after sitting in the truck for nearly twelve hours. But he was impatient to see Ally. He was ready to take things to the next level but even if she wasn’t ready or if something happened to prevent them becoming more intimat
