Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Paul felt Kerry's heart pounding to the same frantic beat as his own, her breaths rasping against his ear. Pride surged. He'd done that. He made her come apart and explode beneath him, just as he'd always hoped. Every damn emotion he'd ever experienced with regards to her tore through his gut, made him quake. Intensified.

He lifted his head and looked down at her. So beautiful.

"It's always the quiet ones." She smiled. "Wow, Paul. Been storing that a long time?"

He grinned because he was so damn happy, he might've died. "Yes."

Her smile slipped a fraction. "We shouldn't have done that."

And there went his happy.

He rolled off of her onto his back and tossed the condom in the bedside trash. Pressing his palms to his eyes, he tried to come up with something to say that didn't conflict with his internal I told you so. "Damn it, Kerry," was all he could muster.