I told him. I told him everything. I've never told anyone everything. No one knows it was in the woods or what the 6 lines represented. While part of me is still waiting for him to pat me on the head, tell me he's sorry for me and back out the door. He's kissing me. I can't believe he's kissing me. He kissed my scars.

I pulled him into me and he climbed on top of me. I kissed him back wanting him to know how much it meant to me. His hands roamed my sides his fingers igniting my body, I ran my fingers through his hair and down onto his strong back, I never wanted this feeling to end. But he stopped, he kissed my cheek and looked into my eyes and moved off of me lying next to me resting his head on his hand.

"I need to ask you another question" he said looking into my eyes the whole time. Here it comes hey damaged goods thanks but no thanks.

"When things heated up and you ran into the bathroom. Have you... since the..." he didn't know how to say it. Hey damaged goods had much dick lately?

"No, I've never had sex, ever" I said looking away from him. Now he'll see I'm a challenge, too much work for a lay, nice knowin' ya.

"Ok" I shot around to look at him

"Ok? You're ok with that?" What? This is a reaction I wasn't expecting.

"Yeah, now you've told me, things make a lot more sense, you running away, being scared of my guys, I get it. Now, let's head downstairs and get a drink before I can't stop myself" he said with a smile spreading across his face.

He got up off the bed, headed into the bathroom and came out with my shirt. I stood up and he turned me around kissed each one of my scars then put my shirt over my head. He took my hand in his and guided me down the stairs, pulled two beers out of my fridge and headed out into the garden. He handed me a beer before lighting two cigarettes and handing me one, we both took a drag on the cigarettes and a sip from the beers. I felt myself relax, while I can't get rid of the nagging doubt he will run, I'm dumbfounded by his reaction.

We spent the next few hours kissing each other, holding each other and him making me feel I was worth a million dollars. When he had to leave for the clubhouse I didn't want him to go but he kept telling me he would be back and I believed him. I can already feel myself falling for Adrian. This can't end well. Nothing ever does.