But I had no intentions of marrying Trenton. I hadn’t even thought past this moment. But Mama always seemed to know what was up. So instead of taking the opportunity to explore his body, I slid my hands back up to his shoulders.
Trenton frowned. “Why did you stop?”
I swallowed again, embarrassed, knowing that he was moments away from finding out another secret about me. “I didn’t think- I didn’t know if it was-”
He grinned. “It’s ok,” he assured me. “I want you to touch me. If we’re going to be together, there doesn’t need to be any shyness or secrets between us. Capisce?”
I couldn’t help but smile at the use of one of the few Italian words that most people knew. I nodded. “Yeah. I got it.”
“So?”
“So?”
Trenton caught my hand and placed it over the bulge in the front of his jeans. “
