“You can build a home and plant a garden and maybe an orchard. Peaches are really good for you, I’m told.”“What about you?” I asked trying t... shift the subject from me to her. “I’m surprised a girl as nice as you is working in a place like this. In fact, you look a little young.”“I’m old enough, I’ll have you know,” she exclaimed indignantly.“Sorry,” I apologized, “I didn’t mean to insult you. You look so young and innocent, I’m surprised to see you working here.”“Yeah, well,” she mumbled, “You. We’re running out of opportunities. Will you pick me up early on Saturday and make love before we have to go shopping?”“I think we can do that! And we’re making love Saturday evening after the party. Remember, it ends at 8:00pm on purpose!”“Yes!” she smiled. “Thanks for being so understanding. I’m glad you worry about me, though you have to watch out for being overprotective. Thanks for letting me work through it without trying to stop me. And thanks for making so much time for me.”“You’re. Like a flash of lightning they came together again. They free fell onto the bed, claws and teeth finding flesh in an effort to sate the need. He kissed her jawline and his lips traced a hot path down her neck, lingering on her breasts and the flat of her belly. When he moved back up to nip at her erect nipples she involuntarily lifted her hips to his, signaling her want. He responded with a masculine groan as he shoved himself inside her, and she cried out in absolute pleasure, her nails. I was scared, I was….terrible.” She looked away sorrowfully, and contemplated words that could make it all better. But there were none. The truth, then. “I was not good for you then, Alex. I needed—I NEED—to clear my stupid head. My stupid, stupid head..." she sighed sadly, as she leaned against the same wall he’d been against. “I would never have been mature enough to appreciate you before, but BELIEVE me, a lot’s happened and I now know how fucking stupid I was!” Her voice cracked and a tear,.