Chapter Three
I duck back behind the curtain in an attempt to hide my surprise at what I just did. That and to secrete the budding erection I’m sporting. God, it’s been so long since I was with a woman in any way, shape or form that a quick kiss has got my blood pumping and my hormones racing out of control. I’m like a puberty-wracked teenage boy.
The bathroom door closes, and I heave a sigh of relief. I need some time to think. Think about what just happened, and what’s going to happen next. I’ve implied we’re going to continue where we left off, minus my beard, but is that what I really want? Is it what Carrie really wants? We’re damaged souls. She’s fragile, and I haven’t had a meaningful relationship with anyone since… well, since Basra.
And that’s it. As soon as I think of Basra, o
