Chapter 0153

“What are you thinking about,” I whisper a few minutes later, when our breathing and our heartrates have returned almost to

normal. Kent has shifted himself to lay at my side, though I’m still on my back, one of his warm arms wrapped around me and

pulling me close to his body.

Kent doesn’t say anything for a second, and then he gives a warm little laugh. “Nothing, Fay. I’m thinking about nothing. That’s

sort of the point.”

“Is it?” I ask, turning my head fast towards him. Because I — I am thinking about everything. My thoughts are going wild right now

— does that mean I did it wrong?

Oh my god.

Did I do it wrong?

Kent slowly opens his eyes a little and looks at me, his arm tightening to bring me closer. “Yes, Fay,” he whispers. “It’s supposed

to be relaxing. Peaceful.”

“Oh,” I say, slowly, my face confused.

He smiles at me, amused, and I bite my lip a little, unable to help my little smile in return. It’s so rare to see Kent smile — it

pleases me to be the one to make him do it, I realize.

“What,” he asks. “You're not feeling relaxed?”

“No,” I whisper, my smile broadening. “I feel...kind of crazy.”

“What?” he asks, surprised and a little worried. His eyes open fully now. “What —*

“I mean,” I say eagerly, turning my body towards him. “Was it any good? Did I do it right? Did you — did you like it? Was I

supposed to —“

“Fay,” Kent groans, laughing again and closing his eyes, a wider smile on his face now. He takes a deep breath, collecting his

thoughts, and then he opens his eyes again to look at me seriously. I note, however, that he still has a little curve at the corners

of his lips. “It was good if you enjoyed it. It’s not really about what I experienced — or it shouldn't be, for you. That’s not what I

want.”

“But,” I say, hesitant. “I want you to enjoy it.” And as I say it, I realize it's true. I want him to like it. I want him to want to do it

again.

“Fay,” Kent says seriously, reaching out a hand to brush my cheek. “Trust me. I enjoyed it. A lot. You don’t have to worry about

that.”

“Okay,” I say softly, smiling to myself as I press myself closer to him, tucking my head beneath his chin. Kent wraps his arms

tightly around me, running a hand down my spine. I enjoy the little tingle that his touch brings to me as he traces his fingers up

and down the length of my back.

We stay there, like that, for a long time. His body keeps me warm as I let my mind wander, as I enjoy the feeling of him holding

me tight. I never thought, really, what it would be like to have someone’s whole body pressed to mine, skin-to-skin. I never knew

I'd like it as much as I do.

But as I lay there, feeling and wondering, questions...crop up.

“Kent?” I ask again a few minutes later, hesitant.

He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement deep in his throat, inviting me to continue.

“Why is there a blanket here?”

He turns to me, confused.

“Like,” I say, smiling at him, a little roguish. “Like, did you plan this? Did you put this blanket here just in case —*

He laughs now, a true, real laugh, and

I smile to see him do it. “No, Fay,” he

says, his eyes peacefully closed mM

again and his fage,tuendebup te the

cevingtirhmocth, but I’m not that

smooth. It’s probably one of the

stable hands — sometimes someone

has to stay with the horses all night,

and one of them probably comes up

here for some peace and quiet.”

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considering the place anew. Aqtyially,

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I look at him again, though, biting my

lip and trying to work up the cour.

to ask the real quastienIn nty tind.

How aad I the same girl who stood

up to him downstairs in the stall?

Where was she now when I need her?

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