Chapter 2
A couple weeks have passed since that very intimate evening, but we’ve repeated the session more than once, even with some variants, and I have to say, it’s always been extremely pleasant. Though I will admit, we haven’t gotten to that point yet: no s****l intercourse.
Obviously, it isn’t his fault. He’s good, very good, I’m not saying otherwise. He can make me feel things I’ve never felt before with anybody else, and most of all, he makes me desire having s*x, something Patrick wasn’t very good at. Maybe because with him s*x was…impersonal.
Since I began dating Sean, the only thing I’d like to do is sink into him. Or he into me. He can—almost—make me forget my face is unpleasant to look at, especially when it’s contorted by pleasure. The word contorted doesn’t sound right. Im
