“Which side of the bed did you want,” Kyle asks. We are both just standing at the end of the bed, staring. This is not quite how I imagined my first time crawling into bed with a man. I imagined a little more heat, tousled hair, smeared lipstick, ripping clothes of a hot hard body, buttons pinging off left and right, you know that sort of thing.
I chose not to answer him because the more we discuss it, the less romantic it is. I kick my shoes off and climb into the bed. I settle myself under the covers and pull my dress up over my head and throw it on the floor. I keep the sheet tucked under my chin to hide myself. Kyle c***s an eyebrow at me.
“Well, are you going to get in?” I keep myself covered, but I still manage to pull back the far corner of the blanket. He hastily unbuttoned his
