Chapter 73: Coming down.

Hannah paced to the sliding glass doors and stared out at the ocean.

Did she feel different?

The muscles in her abdomen and between her legs were sore, but that was it. No miraculous change, no big difference.

Virginity was just that. A title slapped on a person for the benefit of assigning value to it and nothing more.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

She swallowed and crept toward the adjoining door. She twisted the handle and it swung toward her.

Mason stood on the other side, still naked, but his hair was damp and there was no great, intimidating erection pointed her way. A great big bubble of warmth popped deep in her chest, spreading it's ooeygooeyness everywhere.

Oh man...

She clung to the door, her knees going all weak again.

Ho-kay, she was a liar. A big fat liar.

"Hey," she said.

"Come here."