Naomi
I nervously paced the space between the living room and the kitchen as I waited for Atticus to show up. Five minutes had come and gone, but I knew he wouldn’t leave me hanging. Instead, I was trying to understand my emotions. I wanted him. I already knew that. He made me hot and bothered, and my hand had been working a bit of overtime since our relationship had taken off, but why did I start to panic if things got heated between us? I didn’t have an answer. Was I scared? A little bit. Why was I scared? I was scared of the unknown. I wasn’t a hermit or anything, I watched porn. Occasionally. It wasn’t something I enjoyed, but I mostly watched in fascination at what happened. Did it turn me on? Yes, it did. I didn’t tend to watch the women more, I enjoyed watching the men. So, ok, I w
