Part 7

At 23 years of age you would think that you were past the stage of having to lie to your parents, in order to sneak out with your boyfriend- but it seemed dating a man that 12 years older than you, who happened to be married and whose skin colour seemed to socially conflict with your own, had clearly not been taken into consideration when that assumption had been made.

Her affair with Fitz had been going on for nearly 2 months now, and with each passing day they were getting more and more entwined. Being with Fitz made her feel like a different person, she used to be so reserved and level headed, but when she was with him she felt wild and frivolous. He gave her a taste of adventure, and passion that she never knew existed. Her body reacted to his every touch; like putty in his hands he could mould her to his every will, and with each stolen moment they shared it brought them even closer to taking that final plunge.

The first time the subject of sex was brought up, it had shortly followed a heavy make out session at the office. They had started kissing, and before they knew it, Fitz had lifted her up and placed her on the edge of a desk, before parting her legs and resting himself between them. It was the first time she felt the evidence of his arousal, as it strained beneath the confines of his trousers; desperately seeking her out. The feel of him, so intimately pressed against her had set her nerves on edge. However, it wasn't until she felt his hands slowly rise up her thighs and brush against her cotton panties that her years of abstinence and self-control finally kicked into place, and she reached down stopping him… "Fitz… we need to stop…" she tells him in a breathy whisper.

"Liv...?" He looks at her questioningly, immediately picking up on the anxiety in her voice… "Oh God, I'm so sorry, please forgive me- I didn't mean to presume…"

She places her hand on his chest, cutting him off… "No, you've done nothing wrong, it's me… It's just, I've never…" She struggles to get the rest of her words out, as a wave of shyness overcomes her.

Realisation quickly settling in; he gently tilts her head up, meeting her with his eyes, as he asks… "Liv, are trying to tell me that you're a virgin?"

She pauses, suddenly afraid of what his reaction will be; worried that he'll treat her differently now. Nervous, she bites her lip, before slowly nodding her head and giving him all the confirmation he needs.

"Oh Liv, my sweet, sweet Liv…" He strokes her face lovingly, keen to erase any discomfort that she might be facing. "Trust me, you have no reason to be embarrassed, there's nothing wrong with wanting to wait, if that's what you want?"

Despite the depth of her feelings at that time, deep down Liv knew she wasn't ready, and when she told Fitz that, he was the perfect gentleman, completely understanding, as he reassured her that he was more than willing to wait and take it slow. He wouldn't dream of rushing her into something that she wasn't ready for.

Only now, 4 weeks later the sexual chemistry between her and Fitz had grown too strong to placate; she loved him and was no longer willing to wait. Liv knew what she wanted, and tonight she was going to have all of him to herself.

Fitz was the one.