“I’m waiting for you to tell me I can suck your cock.”
The words came out of my mouth as though I were a person standing on the ceiling looking down. I had no control over what I’d just said.
Shit.
“I don’t need to give you permission,” he said with a slow grin. “After the other day, I think it would be better if you took what you wanted, Nevaeh. Actions speak louder than words, after all. So, I’ll know you really want it.”
Happiness swelled in my heart as I looked up at him and realised how much he loved me.
He was forgiving me for hurting him, and Aaron, and Brad.
And that’s all I wanted.
To start over again.
I went up on my knees, and with trembling hands, reached for his jeans.
I undid the button and gently pulled the zipper down, tooth by tooth.
Bushy hair was my surprise, n
