FIORELLA’S POV
Rhys broke the kiss and stared at me. “Can I touch you here?”
“Yes.”
He reached out hesitantly and touched my breast, then kissed me again as he massaged it gently, as if he was scared to hurt me.
I kissed him back.
I always liked kissing him.
But it was the only thing we did, and I was fairly certain that a boy would want more soon enough, from what I had heard.
And I was ready.
That was a lie. I wasn’t ready.
It hurt a lot, and it was nothing like what the other girls had described. But I loved him enough to go through the pain for him.
We were lying naked under the moonlight by the lake, and his body was on top of mine.
He broke the kiss and stared down at me softly. “Don’t go home tonight. Stay here with me until morning. Please.”
I wished I could.
I sh
