Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“He wasn’t a Daddy. Simply a casual boyfriend. Let it go, Razor. I have.”
He studied her face for a few seconds. “Still a complete asshole move.”
“I’ll agree to make you happy. He could have handled everything better, but looking back now, he made the right decision.”
“Two burgers with fries,” Olivia, their server, announced, interrupting the conversation.
Razor changed the subject when Olivia returned to the kitchen. “Ketchup for your fries?”
Honey shifted her fries over to create a blank space for him to squirt the bottle. “Yes, please.”
“You don’t like foods to touch?” he asked while he created a puddle for dipping.
“Oh, I’m not picky, but the fries get mushy if they’re coated.”
“So, I shouldn’t squeeze ketchup all over mine?” Razor waved the container over his plate in a zigzagging pattern.
Honey appeared horrified at the idea. “The fries always look like someone has murdered them. And your fingers get yucky.”
“Murdered, huh?” He chuckled at the visual of ketchup blood over his hands that popped into his mind. “I guess taking care of fries now falls under my Hippocratic Oath to do no harm.”
“Definitely,” she said, nodding eagerly.
“Eat, Little girl. You need nutrients to heal,” Razor ordered, and his lips quirked up in an amused smile. Honey enchanted him.
They enjoyed their meals in companionable silence for a few minutes. When she glanced at him several times in a row without saying anything, he guessed she wanted to ask him something.
“What are you thinking about, Honey?”
“On a scale of one to ten, how important is sex to you?” she blurted. Unfortunately, at that moment, a slight pause in the music happened just as she said sex. The heads of a lot of diners around them turned to stare at her. Honey slid lower on the booth’s seat and gasped when she jostled her ankle.
Razor resettled her foot and reapplied the cold pack as he waited to answer until the music flowed around them once again. He leaned toward her and said, “I like making love, Honey. But it’s best with the right person and when we both can enjoy it. Are you worried that your health will affect our sex life?”
She checked around, trying to see if anyone listened to their conversation. Reassured that no one was eavesdropping, Honey bent over the table as well. “Maybe we should talk about this some other time.”
“We can talk about sex any time you wish. Did I miss something when we made love earlier? Did I hurt you or make you uncomfortable?” Razor couldn’t leave it alone. This was too important.
“I’m really messing this up. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“You can tell me anything, Honey. I need to know if I did something you didn’t enjoy.”
“No. You were amazing. I loved how you made me feel. Sex was different with you. More like….” Her voice trailed off as she visibly struggled for words to explain how she felt.
His level of concern dropped tremendously. “More like making love than sex?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And you’re concerned it won’t always be that good?” he guessed.
“No. You’ll make it incredible for me. But what if I can’t make it that way for you?”
The pieces of the puzzle snapped into place for him. “You’re worried your MS will keep you from pleasing me?”
“Yes. Sometimes I don’t have any energy. My muscles are all wacky. I get cramps, and my legs stiffen up. Or they turn to jelly. What if that happens during sex?”
“Anyone can get leg cramps or become uncomfortable. You tell me if something happens while we’re making love. We’ll adjust positions so you’re more comfortable. Just like you would insist we do if I got a charley horse in my calf.”
“It’s that simple?” Honey asked, looking hopeful. She picked up a fry and popped it into her mouth.
“It is. Stuff happens to everyone, Little girl. The key is to talk to me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or be intimate with me simply because you think I’m expecting it. I plan to be buried deep inside you as often as it brings both of us pleasure.”
“But with a regular…. With a regular girlfriend, sex would be so much easier,” she protested weakly.
“You are my Little girl. That’s way beyond a regular girlfriend,” he said, emphasizing her words. “Sex is rarely easy. It’s messy, exhilarating, heart-rending, sweet, casual, explosive, right, wrong…. Do I need to keep adding adjectives?”
Honey shook her head. She took a bite of her hamburger and chewed, studying his face intently. After swallowing, she admitted, “You’re so different from anyone I’ve met before.”
“People have told me that my entire life. The question is, am I too weird for you?” Razor tried to look casual as he waited for her answer. He raised a fry to her lips. Caring for her satisfied something deep inside him.
“Of course not.” She opened her mouth to accept the treat. Honey studied him as she enjoyed it. “I have to ask. Are you sure you realize what you’re getting into? You know…. Dating a girl with an incurable disease?”