Chapter 280: First Time, Part 1

Trent ordered food, and while I ate, he took a shower. I sat cross-legged on the bed, a half-eaten chicken sandwich and a pile of fries sat on a plate in front of me.

He came out of the bathroom wearing a matching white robe. His hair was wet and messy, as if he'd run his fingers through it and called it good.

I had no idea how it was possible for him to look better every time I saw him - but he did, and my mouth went dry just looking at him. My brain couldn't process the fact that he was mine. That he loved me. My emotions were on a constant high.

He lay next to me on the bed, careful not to spill my food. "How is it?" he asked.

"Good. Want some?" I held the plate out to him.

My hand trembled slightly, though I had no idea why. This was not the first time we'd been alone together, and I wasn't nervous. But there was something in the way he looked at me, something that made my heart race with anticipation.

"No, I'm good," he said.