Chapter Eight
First Time We Had Sex
“Have you always done that?”
We were in Bradley’s bedroom. Every night, he had a drink before going to bed, without fail. The question burst out of me without thought and even though I knew I shouldn’t have asked right after, I really wanted to know.
This was my third visit. It would have been four, but the month before, he’d called to tell me not to visit. I hadn’t questioned him, but he also had still paid me, telling me it was a personal issue.
We also hadn’t slept together yet. But I knew.
The time had come.
And I couldn’t wait.
He turned toward me, downing the drink and setting the glass on the bar, smiling. “Yes.” He didn’t say anything else, unbuttoning his cuffs before reaching to undo his tie.
“Let me,” I said, hopping up off my perch o
