SADIE
Gray refrained from making me melt into any more of a puddle until we had eaten the whole pan of food he had made and some pie. It was all so good, but he admitted he couldn’t take credit for the pie. When we were finished, we cleaned up together, and with every minute that passed, the tension of what was going to happen intensified.
When I stacked the last clean dish into its new cabinet home, I turned around. He was leaning against the counter with his hands gripping the edge. His face looked excited but in a different way. In a lustrous way.
“Anything I should know before…” he trailed off, the implication filling in the blanks.
“It might hurt when I actually….” I made a biting motion, so he knew. “But from what I read, the pain goes away quickly, and it feels good after.”
