This may be a mistake. It’s very possible that I fell for his pretty words, but the way he spoke to me after dinner was so sincere, and I can’t deny that when he holds me, it makes all the cr*p in my life fade into the background. Still, as I pull up in front of Ben’s house, his van sliding into the driveway behind me, I can’t help but wonder if I really am acting like the easy slut I thought he thought I was.
But then I see him unfold himself from the driver’s seat of his van and my heart starts to pound with excited anticipation. No one has ever made me feel this way. It’s not even just because the s*x is good, which it is. Really good. It’s also because he makes me feel cared for. Tonight at dinner, he listened to me. I’ve gotten so used to men talking over the top of me, ignoring me,
