Vulcan's POV
Tamera led me up the porch steps to her home; her hand continued to pull mine. The warmth of her home and the smell of vanilla burning candles made my heart skip. It felt like a home, a home I could see myself living in with her. If she will have me.
Thoughts wracked my brain; what if she changed her mind? What if I'm not good enough for her? Tamera was the perfect woman for me. Leading me to the bedroom, she shut the door, not that it mattered living alone. The lights were dimmed, and for once in my life, I had no idea what I was doing.
"Vulcan," she whispered as she cupped my cheeks. "Are you nervous?" her sweet breath beckoned me as she gently pulled me to the bed. Falling backward, slowly, kissing her lips, I hummed into her mouth. I wish I had something to say, someth
