Chapter 14 Chapter 7 (ii)
Jigo
I carefully pulled the blanket and gently spread Fae’s thighs.
Yes. She bled. Not excessively, but enough to prove what I already knew.
“Oh my... precious beautiful girl...” My eyes returned to her sleeping face. “Jesus, Fae... I’m your first...”
I had never had sex with a virgin. Not even in high school. My first time at fourteen was with a college girl who was experienced in bed.
This was the very first time.
I’d have been gentle. God… I so wanted her I hadn’t… and she didn’t protest. She didn’t stop me. And she responded like she knew how to. Like she was familiar with this, with me.
I remembered that her eyes had glistened for a moment, unshed tears. But I thought it was because of the heat of our union. And then she was moaning and I...
Feeling dizzy, I turned and headed to the bathroom, splashed my face with warm water, then returned to the bed to carefully clean my girl.
Afterwards, I took care of myself in the bathroom. I cleaned myself, brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, shaved... then returned to bed and hugged the still-sleeping Fae under the blankets. I didn’t want her to wake up in the arms of a slob.
I pressed my forehead against hers. I savored the warmth of her body, which now resided in my heart.
Eventually, I fell asleep, still embracing my girl.
Fae
I knew it was already morning even though my eyes were still closed. It wasn’t my first time waking up. I got up once last night because I needed to go to the bathroom, what with all the alcohol and the full glass of water he made me drink.
I quickly took a hot shower, cleaned myself and the remaining makeup on my bloated face from all the crying and drinking. I brushed my teeth using one of the new toothbrushes I found stocked in the bathroom closet. And I used mouthwash, enduring the glare of the light. I didn’t want Jigo to wake up to my morning breath and the smell of sweat because I planned to go back to bed and sleep in his embrace until morning.
My head hurt, but not as bad as I expected. And I appreciated all Jigo’s aftercare—including staying with me. It could have been worse if he hadn’t made me hydrate and take a painkiller. But before that, he rescued me. I didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to me if he hadn’t followed me to the bar.
I returned to the room and slipped under the comforter. His arms immediately wrapped around me when I squeezed in, again giving me the feeling of security his presence gave me last night. I sighed deeply. I didn’t want to leave him. I didn’t want to move even an inch away from this.
I wanted to stay here as long as possible, pretending not to know that outside the door, a different world was waiting for me.
A world with Carl still in it, but he wasn’t going to be the same. Anything about him would be about him and Sarah, I didn’t want to think about that now.
So I fell asleep again next to Jigo...
Now it was morning, and soon he would wake up, too. We would talk about what happened to us last night like the adults that we were, sobered up and sane. And critical.
It didn’t matter. For me, it was already worth it.
I didn’t expect much for my first time, so, in fact, I was grateful for the pleasure and comfort brought by his embrace and kisses. My private area was a bit uncomfortable and sore, but I could bear the pain. I was surprised there wasn’t much blood. It would have been embarrassing if his bed looked like I had my period—one of the horror stories of first times I heard somewhere growing up. I cringed, feeling both relief and terror. No matter that I hadn’t even thought about my intact hymen from the first moment I was onto him. I got carried away by the rush of sensations caused by the pleasure he brought into the experience. My cheeks burned from his responses to my—ironically—naïve and reckless attempts to seduce him. Now that I was sober, I couldn’t believe he went for it. That I was successful in luring the stoic Jigo to my bed. Or his bed, technically.
It felt like a dream, all of it.
Last night, with how much he had made me feel, I couldn’t hold back anything from him. He deserved all I could give back—my recklessness, my uninhibited fervor to his lovemaking. I trusted, truly, that I was safe. That he would not mock me for it. Somehow, I knew he would not judge me for not holding back.
I didn’t even have a hard time. It felt so natural with him.
I thought of Carl… and there went my breath. It still hurt like crazy. I didn’t know when this painful squeeze in my heart would disappear as soon as I thought of him.
But Jigo was here. And because of him, I could somehow endure the loss. What he had given me last night restored something back. He had made me feel strong again.
Finally, I opened my eyes and thanked the thick curtains in the windows that filtered most of the harsh light from entering the room. It was enough for me to see his face without being blinded.
Jigo’s face was so gentle while he slept. If I could see an angel, it would be this—I thought I already said this last night. He was just so drop-dead gorgeous. He was that beautiful that he could easily—easily—distract me from anything. His skin was smooth, better than a woman’s. The masculinity in the shape of his jaw and aristocratic nose complemented the beautiful facets of his face. Though his lips were always tantrum-like straight, the softness of them surprised me the first time he kissed me. His kisses were perfect… more than I could expect or hope for to experience because there were horror stories about kisses, too, you know? No wonder he was so confident. Jigo knew he was one of the hottest men a woman could have, that he was an embodiment of it. Add to that his wealth and intelligence and, yes. He was cream of the crop.
His kind of presence was what you couldn’t help but notice when he was around. I always felt awkward getting caught staring so I avoid it at all cost growing up that it became automatic whenever he was around. I always thought it would be embarrassing if he ever caught on to the fact I secretly found him handsome. And hot.
What other things did I really like about him…? Hmm. He wasn’t arrogant or conceited like other beautiful men. He wasn’t loud or attention-seeking. I never heard him laugh loudly, always soft and sexy, except in the privacy of a den with his closest friends. With Carl. But he was so much more reserved outside that it lent mystery to him; made women go crazy over him. I would have thought this a technique, but he had always been this way. He guarded so many things inside his heart and tightly closed lips.
He wasn’t Carl in so many ways. I had to admit, at least privately, that Carl paled in comparison to Jigo.