An Unexpected Engagement

Chapter 10

Natasha

Things aren't going my way.

Definitely.

First, I shouldn't be in Steve's apartment. In my mind's eye, when I said I didn't want to go through with that sex thing anymore, he'd dump me at home and that would be the end of it. At least as far as my insane idea of ​​going to bed with him is concerned.

It would be sad and really a shame, especially after the free sample he had given me with his kiss which, contrary to what I had said, was spectacular. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear the fireworks.

And that's exactly why I can't have sex with him. I have a strong suspicion that once I pass your bed, nothing will ever be the same. My sex life will be defined as before and after Steve.

Probably the poor bastards who sleep with me later will be greatly harmed, as he will always be my source of comparison. And let's face it, getting another Steve in this lifetime will be practically a miracle. Lightning does not strike twice in the same place.

As we walk into his apartment, I wonder if Steve would agree for me to sleep in the laundry. He's been giving me a weird look since we got in the car. And I had even tried to get away with saying it was better to take me home, but he was quite emphatic in denying it. And I was left with no choice but to accept and pray that his family would believe me when I said my religion didn't allow me to sleep with my fiance. Unfortunately, I didn't even have time to give my Christian speech about the hellfire that awaited girls who lost their virginity before marriage, as everyone said good night and went to their respective guest rooms.

"Do you happen to have another room left?" I venture to ask, turning to Steve. And there it is, that fierce, almost demonic look.

Good heavens, what was going on with him?

"I don't have any more rooms, we'll have to share mine." "And down the hall."

Oh shit.

He stops at the door and motions for me to enter. I hesitate, like the devil is inviting me to a party.

Or his bed.

I go in all brave, after all, Steve can't make me do anything.

“I'm just looking at a bed…” I insist, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Let's share it,” he says calmly as he walks in and closes the door behind him.

My heart races, I don't even know if it's fear or anticipation.

“Wait, it's okay to share a room, but why share a bed?
You should be a gentleman and sleep, I don't know… on the floor!

He chuckles, stepping forward and starting to open his shirt.

Which? I widen my eyes, my face heating up, as Steve's Greek statue chest reveals itself.

- What are you doing?

— Taking off her sleeping clothes. You should do the same.

The shirt hits the floor and I try to take my eyes off him. Fuck, why does he have to be so perfect?

It's like a living statue of David.

Is he… taking off his pants?

I open my mouth, dumbfounded, my entire body heating up at the sight of him in nothing but black boxer briefs.

Oh my!

"I'm not taking my clothes off!" I say as he locks his gaze with mine again and I forget how to breathe, my mouth goes dry and my body goes into a kind of lethargy, heating and melting in strategic places.