Sprawled across Trent's chest, I fought to catch my breath. Beneath me, his heart beat a hard, steady rhythm, and I smiled at the knowledge that each beat was for me.
"Are you okay?" he asked, smoothing the hair from my face and dropping a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Mm-hmm," I said, my mind and body still suspended in a daze. "I had no idea it was going to be so. . . intense."
For my first time, it was a lot better than I ever imagined it would be, and I knew without a doubt that it was so great because of Trent. He'd been so tender and gentle, yet he still managed to set me on fire with every touch.
"Can I ask you a question?" I dragged my fingertips across his stomach, and he groaned in response, making me smile. "How many girls have you slept with?"
"Does it matter?" His arm that he'd draped around me tightened as if he were afraid I'd get up and leave him.
"I was just curious." I sighed.
"Three," he said, his tone regretful. "Including you."