"I want to make you come." Her soft breath came out. "Can I?" I asked. She turned her head so that her cheek was resting on my shoulder and her lips were touching my neck. I ran a fingertip down her arm. "Are you wet?" "I... don't know," she whispered. "Can I feel you? I want to know if you are." She swallowed audibly. "If... If I'm what?" "Wet," I said in her ear. "Between your legs." She moaned again, arching her back unconsciously. "You're... you're hard," she blurted out. "Yeah." "Does it... hurt?" "Uncomfortable," I replied. "Is it... okay?" "My cock?" Then she started laughing, giggling like an adorable school girl who had cut classes and didn't get caught. "Yeah," she answered, still laughing. "Is it?" I let out a sigh. "I need to... adjust it." "Okay?" "Hm. You need to get off me first. Unless you want me to continue." "Oh." I banded my hands on her hips when she started to scramble away. Then pushed her back down against my arousal. I sucked on my bottom lip, grinding up against her. Wanting more. "Stop!" she said, laughing, swatting my arm playfully. "I'm sorry," I said teasingly. "Are we finished?" Her lashes fluttered. "Let me up, Cam." I could change her mind. It was easy. I could feel her body yearning for my touch. But I thought of the last time I had her on top of me, and what I promised her. I let out a long breath, lifted her up and placed her gently on the bench. She weighed like a feather. Her face was flushed, but she didn't look away, watching me as I adjusted myself in my pants. "Better?" she asked. Her voice sounded raspy. Not really. "Yeah," I lied. I was sure she'd drive the hell out of here using my truck and leave me if she knew what was in my head. What I was imagining doing to her. What I was imagining her doing to me. She got up, pulling her dress down, fixing her hair. I felt the loss of warmth and weight of her body as I pushed up from the bench, stood beside her. "Here," I said, handing her the blue hair tie so she could put her hair up if she wanted to. She shook her head. "Keep it. I want you to." I smiled and put it in my pocket. I wanted to keep it. She'd given it to me. And now she couldn't take it back. I pushed open the wooden secret door and let her pass first. We walked for a bit. She was quiet, but she was making these little sighs now and then. I lowered my head so she wouldn't see my smile. She was thinking about what happened in the secret passage. "Do you have any other hair ties from other girls?" she blurted out suddenly. I frowned. "No. Why would I?" She grinned. "Good answer." "It's not a good answer," I said, walking beside her deeper in the maze. "Or bad. It just is." Why did she want to talk about this? Feeling uncomfortable, I stole a glance at her. Was she going to blow up later about this or she just genuinely wanted to know? I went out with girls before and I thought I had a pretty good idea what they were like, but with her, I never knew what was coming. She looked at me as if she was still waiting for an answer. I reminded myself that she wanted me to open up more. I wanted to know more about her. But she was right. It wasn't fair if I kept asking her for things I wasn't willing to give. I wasn't even aware I was doing that until she mentioned it. "I never keep anything from the girls I slept with before." I confessed, sighed, then checked to see her reaction. "If that's what you're asking me." "Maybe you just keep stuff from the girls you haven't slept with before." Why did she want to know this? When I asked her that, she answered with a little shyness that I found so damn adorable, "It's part of your past and I'm curious." She bit her lip again. "So?" she prompted. I looked at her for a moment, studying her face. "I don't spend time with a girl who I'm not going to sleep with. I don't see the point. I know that makes me an asshole, but I have to tell you that they don't want to spend time with me either." "How would you know?" I shrugged. "I think some of them might want to spend time with you, but you just won't. There are girls who want more than just sex, you know. How come you spend time with me then?" I gave her a knowing look. "You're the exception." "Why?" Did she really have to ask?