**XLVI: Blake**
Blake walked out into the crisp winter air with a smile on her face. Not only did the cold help dull her pussy’s insistence that she run back into that basement and jump on Liam’s big hard cock, but she’d said what she needed to say, and Liam hadn’t rejected her. He hadn’t even given her any pushback once she’d explained her reasoning.
She was also glad to know that he had a more forward side in him—that would work out very nicely. As she walked, Blake wiggled her hips a bit. She could still feel his hand hitting her ass. That…Blake shivered. She wondered how long it would be before she felt comfortable telling Liam about the effect that had on her.
For some reason, that thought sent an icy spike of fear through Blake. A lump formed in her throat.
*What if he rejects me? What if after seeing what I do, he can’t get past it or deal with it the way he would need to for us to be together? Or what if he accepts that only to be unable to accept what I like in bed sometimes?*