Second Chance Boyfriend

There were real, grounding moments, but for the most part, we were caught up in an act. Maybe we’re pretending right now too, but I’m trying to be as real as I can with him. Without the baggage and the heartache and the trouble hanging over us. For at least a little while.
    It’ll all come crashing down upon us soon. That’s a reality I don’t want to face quite yet.
    He reaches across the table for my hands and takes them in his. “I really like being addicted to you.”
    The smile I send his way is so big it hurts my cheeks. We are so in this addiction together.
    For once, I know I’m not alone.
    “Let’s go home and play true confessions,” I suggest because I’m feeling silly. “Nothing heavy, though. We can keep it light and easy.”
    “True confessions? I’m intrigued.”
    “You should be,” I say coyly. “It’s going to be a sexual true confessions.”
    He stiffens the slightest bit and I squeeze his hands in my grip. We need to be open with each other and while the sexual connection we have is amazing, I know sometimes he holds himself back. I understand why. Sort of.
    That’s where we’re complete opposites. I was the type who gave it away just so I could feel something, anything for a little while. He’d rather box himself up and feel absolutely nothing.
    “Fable…” His voice trails off and his smile fades. “I don’t know if I’m up to that yet.”
    “It won’t be anything crazy, I promise.” I lean over our linked hands and bring them to my mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to his knuckles. “No pressure. Just fun.”
    “Just fun?” He brushes his thumb over the top of my hand and my entire body reacts.
    “Always fun,” I whisper.
     
    Drew
     
    I’m curious where Fable thinks she’s taking this true confessions game she mentions. Curious enough to agree to leave the restaurant without ordering, earning a strange look from the waitress when we leave.
    Feeling a little nervous too, since I’m not the most comfortable when it comes to talking about sex. Fable is the first girl I’ve ever really wanted. I’ve been forever damaged by what happened with Adele. I’ve had sex since then but it was always quick. Meaningless. Never with the same girl twice.
    After a while, it became too complicated. So I avoided girls. It was easier that way.
    Our agreement to pretend to be normal has given me some freedom. I’m able to let go—at least temporarily—some of the issues that constantly plague me and enjoy my time with her. We hardly leave my bed. We’ve remained naked pretty much the entire time.
    It’s also been pretty fucking incredible.
    “Let’s play strip true confessions,” she suggests as we enter my apartment. The chipper sound of her voice makes me burst out laughing.
    “Strip true confessions?” I scratch my head as I shut and lock the door.
    She turns to face me, her bright smile stealing my breath. “We confess, then we take off a piece of clothing.”
    “Didn’t we already plan on taking off our clothes?”
    “Of course, but this makes it much more interesting.” Grabbing my hand, Fable leads me back to my bedroom. She tugs me down with her so we both sit on the edge of the bed and she turns to face me, her expression solemn, those pretty green eyes beguiling. “Now, I’ll go first. We must confess something sexual that we’ve never done. Or something we’ve always wanted to do. And then we take off one piece of clothing when we’re finished. Are you game?”
    I have no idea where she’s going with this but I’m curious to hear what she has to say. “I’m game.”
    “Perfect. Okay.” She blows out a harsh breath and drops her gaze. “This is more nerve-racking than I thought.”
    If she’s nervous, I’m in huge trouble. She’s much more open sexually than I am. Though the more time I spend with her, the more I’m coming around.
    “It’s just me,” I remind her and when she glances up, I offer her a reassuring smile. “Like I’m going to judge you.”
    “I know,” she says softly. “All right, I’m going for it. I’ve never been taken from behind before.”
    I mock frown. “Taken?”
    She rolls her eyes. “You know…I’ve never done it doggy-style. God, that sounds gross, phrasing it like that.”
    It sounds arousing as hell but I school my expression, going for serious. “I’m sure that could be arranged. Me taking you from behind, doggy-style.”
    Her cheeks color a pretty shade of pink and she shrugs out of her