“Evie, what happened earlier... with us... I gotta tell ya, that was like, incredible. It was just so fucking raw and real, so intimate, ya know? Sexless sex. It was like whoa.”
I am sure I am about as red as a lobster right now. I was not expecting him to bring this up, like ever. I want to push it as far away from my mind as possible.
“Storm, no. That was a betrayal. Don’t you get that? I don’t do shit like that and it makes me sick that I did.”
He makes a face like I slapped him. “Sick? I make you sick?”
“Not you, what I did.”
“Because you let yourself feel something and you went with it?”
“Yes! It’s wrong, Storm. It’s cheating. It’s disgusting.”
“It’s not disgusting, Evie. We both felt something and we let it happen. It felt pretty deep. Did you feel it, too?”
I felt a lot of things besides his huge cock rammed up against me. I remember how just having our hands touch sent all sorts of shivery tingles throughout my entire body. I remember feeling like my heart stopped when his lips brushed against my ear. I felt like a different person, someone I didn’t even know, when he told me to touch myself, and I actually did it. And I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
“Storm, I felt... something, but that’s because I’m scared... and I’ve never been close to another man before. I know you do different sexual things with your life, but I don’t, and I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
He grins and nods at me. “Okay. It’s cool.”
My mind traces back into the conversation a little bit. He called me cute. Beautiful, cute woman. I’ve been called cute my entire life. For once, I’d love to be called sexy. Or gorgeous. I’m five-three with long cherry brown hair, big blue eyes, not fat but not thin either. I’ll bet he dates tall blonde model types with big fake boobs. He’d never call someone like that cute.
“What are you thinking about now?”
“What kind of girls do you usually date? Or fuck? Whatever you call it in your little world?”
“Hmm.... I don’t know if I really have a type. But I guess mostly tall, sexy, big tits.”
“I figured.”
The snow is supposed to stop tonight or tomorrow. I can’t wait to get out of here, and take a nice hot shower, sleep in a nice warm bed, eat some real food and see Michael and Halo. Storm thinks a plow truck will come by tomorrow at some point, and he plans to chase after it when he hears it. I’m a little bit nervous about that. What if the plow doesn’t come? According to Storm, not many people even drive on this road. The plow guy could put off doing this road for a day or two.
“Storm? Is anyone looking for you?”
He pushes his hair out of his face and stares at me. “Why would someone be looking for me?”