Chapter Thirteen
Grace could hardly believe this was happening. Jaime, kissing her, on a bed, about to have s*x with her. It was a dream. It was unbelievable. She could barely catch her breath. He wouldn’t stop kissing her, his hands all over her, making her hot and desperate, like her skin had become too tight.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked again, although as he said it, he was inching her shirt up over her head.
“Is it cheesy to say I haven’t been surer of anything in my life?”
He stilled, gripping the hem of her shirt, like he had to take in her words. He was breathing hard, and she wondered if he were having second thoughts. Was he freaked out by the fact that she was a virgin? Was he a virgin? She almost laughed. She knew he wasn’t. He’d had his share of girlfriends, which,
