“Ok… I’m ready,” Ava said shakily.
“Once I unbuckle your belt, there’s no going back. Do you understand?”
She slowly nodded. In truth, Ava had hardly so much as kissed a man until He came into her life. Her parents did everything they could to imprison her inside a chaste crystal ball. But during the growing pains of her adolescence, Ava would often find a pulsing pain that wouldn’t heal; one that often required the use of her right hand to soothe, if only for a little, during the late hours of the night. Ava still remembered the first time she did it. Reaching down underneath her nightgown, she had…
“Don’t just nod. I need to hear you say that you understand.”
“Y-yes, Locke. I understand. I’m ready,” she said in an effort to convince herself more than to convince him.
In one swift movement, Locke pushed her onto his bed. The sudden shock wiped away from Ava’s face and was instead replaced by a heavy sigh of relief as she understood what was happening. Locke made quick work of the buckle, but then slowed down as he unzipped her jeans.