That boy was as nervous if not more nervous then she was. This guy had consumed her with his kiss. He had held her tighter then any other person had...ever held her and picked her up, sat her on the rail of the balcony. What a rush! But was she putting herself in danger?John stood outside of the door like a little boy waiting for his best friend too anxious for her to come out. Wow, who was this girl? So young and beautiful, how young was she anyway? She said 19, but looked. . . 18 maybe. Am I right or am I wrong?”“You’re pretty much right but I did regret those times. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”“I suppose so.”“Besides, if I’m going to have a guy’s baby, I want to be married to him or at least have known him for more than five minutes.”“So you want commitment. Is that it?”“That’s it exactly, as you would put it.”“So eventually you’ll go back into the dating scene and hope for the best. In the meantime your parents will be constantly asking you about when you’re. There was another brunette with a gorgeous smile who I didn't call anything but I just knew that I wanted her. And this was the one I managed to start chatting with and invited her on a date. Her name was Rachel. There was some super chemistry between us from the beginning. On our second date we started to kiss and on the third date I went to bed with her in her flat, which was about a mile away from my place. Fucking her was wonderful. Afterwards we lay naked on the bed, just relaxed and. You know, it was fun, getting dolled up for a change," she admitted. I gave her a firm nod and pulled the car back into traffic. "Momma was floored when I showed up at the salon at one," Liv continued. "I think she'd just about given up on me finding a decent guy. I know I had."I must have visibly reacted to that somehow because she put her hand on my arm and added, "Don't worry, John. I knew it wasn't going to be serious from the get go; you asked me to help you by giving you some 'air cover.