On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 65

“I didn’t even mention anything. You blurted it out. I mean, is it really that wrong? And are we really that young? We’ve made out a dozen times, and we’re only four months into dating, Charlotte."

“Are you saying I’m easy?!” I gasped as he threw gas at my fiery fury.

“Charlotte, no! Of course, not. That’s not what I’m saying,” he begins to calm down, seeing the blazing trail of embers he had left with his words.

I don’t know what had gotten into him. Or did I simply not see it coming?

Sure, he was a flirt and talked to a lot of girls before my time, and had rumors of sleeping around, but I always assumed they were rumors. He was too young, but he wasn’t immature. Maybe I was.

He knew how to handle everything else. He was a gentleman who knew what to do at almost every situation. How could I tell he wasn’t new to that kind of stuff, too?

“We’re too young for that stuff,” I tell him, not caring for his expectations but managing my reaction. I may have been too dramatic by screaming at him. “You can’t expect me to put out. I really like you but I’m not ready yet.”

He chuckles and wraps an arm around me. I’m sure I had looked wounded and petrified of having to make a decision if ever he forced my hand, but here he was laughing at me with an arm over my shoulder.

His laughter sends vibrations to my own body as well and I couldn’t help but giggle along with him. He pulls me back down on the couch and kisses the top of my head.

“I know, Lottie. I know you aren’t, and I would never force you to ‘put out’, as you so graciously described,” he says in a whisper.

My panicky frown starts to fade as I see my James coming back to form.

“Thank you,” I sighed, lowering my defenses. Maybe it was the unsteady moment that made me see James differently. In a new light, he was a stranger to me. But this charming and caring James, this I knew by heart.

“And you were right about everything you said. We aren’t ready. We’re too young, and our parents definitely wouldn’t approve of that,” he chuckles, finally agreeing with me. “But I never said we’d do that tonight. I mean, I never implied or hinted at anything, right?”

I nodded.

“I guess I did have a teeny tiny bit of hope and expectations for tonight, but I never dared to voice them out or freak you out. Just seeing where the night leads,” he remarks, holding my hands as I try to pull away again from instant repulse of the idea. “But,” he continues. “But we are never going to do anything unless both of us are ready. Until you are ready.”