Dallas was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing just boxer shorts and feeling incredibly nervous.
Jesus Christ. I feel like a virgin or something here. I haven’t been this worried about getting into bed with a woman since… well, actually. I’ve never been this worried about sleeping with a woman.
He heard the bathroom door open and he turned to the hallway. There she was. Beautiful, brave, kind. His Olivia. She was wearing his long t-shirt, the one that she’d used as a nightgown since her stalker had sliced her up almost three months earlier. His heart squeezed at the look on her face. She looked tentative and afraid, and he didn’t want to see her like that. Not ever again.
“Olivia,” he said. “Baby, are you sure?”
She stepped into the room and joined him in bed. “Can we take it slow?
