I brought a condom," I tell her when I slide her panties down. We're both hot and sweaty, and I can't resist hr anymore. "I did, too," she whispers against my neck. "But we might not be able to use it." "Why not?" I expect her to tell em this was all a mistake, that she really didn't mean to get me all hot and bothered just to tell me I'm not worthy enough to take her virginity, but it's the truth. She clears her throat. "It all d-d-depends on whether or not you're allergic to l-l-latex.

I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create.

Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze. "Yeah," I say. "Why?" I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.

I didn't like seeing you with him" he says. "I don't think I'd like seeing you with any other guy....beside me.

You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.

I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.

I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.