Paul had a pretty good idea where they were heading, and yet he couldn’t figure out if he was excited about finally making his fantasies a reality, or scared out of his mind. The closer they came to her bedroom, the less distinguishable the two emotions became. It was as if the fear and the anticipation had combined.
With their hands still linked, Megan dragged him across the threshold of her bedroom, and over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and extracted a condom. Tossing it on the bed, she turned to face him.
He swallowed, and tried not to let her see how nervous he was.
She stepped closer, releasing his hand, and placed both of hers, palms down, on his chest. “You can say no.”
The thing was he didn’t want to say no. He’d been dreaming about Megan for the last three months.
