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She stepped over the threshold. Dark floorboards, white walls, a night view of San Francisco Bay in the distance, through curtains opened wide. There was an inner door she assumed led through to a bathroom. Aside from a built-in wardrobe, the only furniture was a gigantic bed and one armchair—a scarcity that amplified the room’s size.
“It’s big,” she said.
“So all the girls say.”
And somehow, that made her laugh as she turned to face him, despite her anxiety. “Are you obsessed with size?”
“Only with what I can do with it.”
“Don’t overpromise, Matthew.”
“Not an overpromise,” he said huskily, and ran his hand over her hair—a sensual stroke that made her breath catch in her throat. “Are you nervous, Romy?”
“No,” she said—but a tic jumped to life at the side of her mouth and gave the lie to that. “Not…really.”
Matt pressed his thumb over the tic. “We’ll take it as slowly as we need to. I’m not going to do anything I think you won’t like, I promise. Stop me anytime. I won’t be angry. I won’t argue. I won’t pressure you. We’ll just find another way.”
She gestured to the bed, so nervous she could barely stand. “Why don’t you tell me what position you want me in so we can get started?”
“Romy! We’re not even naked yet.”
“I’d rather have it worked out in my head before we take our clothes off so we don’t get…you know…distracted.”
“Getting…you know…distracted is kind of the aim. So why don’t we just play it by ear?”
“By ear?” She reached up and touched her left earlobe, the one he’d nudged with his nose, feeling a residual tingle. “No, that won’t work.”
He looked at her for a long, quiet moment. “If you don’t want to touch me, Romy, there’s no point to this.”
“I do want to. But I…I just know I could prepare myself better if I knew where we were headed.”
“You’re overthinking it.”
“But what if I suck?”
“Then that’ll be perfect.”
“Oh!” She laughed. “You know what I mean.”
He sighed. “I want you, Romy. I you, this unfolds. I’m telling you that straight. And you know how important you are to me outside this room, which means I have to know this is what you really want. So tell me. Tell me you want me.”
“I already t-told you.”
“Tell me again. Make me believe it. Or this stops now.”
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