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myself as Danny kissed my stomach – light butterfly
kisses that made me giggle against myself. How could you let yourself fall
in love like this? Was it even love, I wondered? Or was it lust – plain,
simple, fiery lust – a need totally and completely physical, totally and
completely overwhelming, something I could neither explain nor control? I
sighed as Danny lightly nipped at my inner thigh.
                This isn't
me. No – until last year, I'd been a girl completely in control of her own
body, her own mind, her own heart. I'd dated around, sure, but I'd never been
interested in a real relationship, a real love. I'd seen girls fall for guys
all the time, all around me – not to mention vice versa – I'd counseled Steve
in particular through many a bad break-up. But I'd always told myself: you've
got to be different, Neve, you've got to be better. I wasn't going to be that girl, that girl who waits for the phone to ring, that girl who can't
stop talking about her boyfriend – how attractive he was, how in love they
were, how one day everything would work out, “when he's got his issues
sorted out.” I'd been understanding, of course, nodded in all the right places,
given the right, compassionate, noncommittal advice, but deep down I'd never
understood. Deep down, I knew, I'd been convinced that girls who fell in love
with bad boys were committing some unpardonable sin of femininity, giving into
some mental weakness, giving men power over them. And I'd sworn to never be
like that. I'd only ever fall into a relationship where I had both feet safely
on the ground.
                And here you
are, Neve, the worst of them all. I'd done everything I said I wouldn't do.
I'd gotten involved with a bad boy – no, the bad boy – a beautiful,
blue-eyed rocker with cheekbones like chiseled marble and hips like David Bowie,
a British sex god with – oh, God, Neve – a tragic past, a girlfriend
whose loss he could never really get over, a fear of intimacy. Everything
about him is going to break your heart.
                But it
was so easy to forget that, now, with Danny's tongue lapping at my hip bones,
causing me to shudder with pleasure and anticipation. He turned my body into an
enemy of my brain – a betrayer of everything I thought I wanted.
                My old
insecurities came bubbling up to the surface – how could a man like Danny Blue
ever be satisfied with one girl? Sure, when we were together, he acted
like there was no other girl in the world, like I was the only woman who
mattered – but when we were apart...
                I moaned
lightly as he bit the side of my breasts – a playful, cat-like nip that sent me
reeling. I trusted him enough to know he wasn't doing the same with some other
girl – but for how long? London was a big city, filled with women, women far
more experienced, more self-aware, more skilled at pleasing men than I was. And
maybe soon enough he'd realize that the trouble I was causing, Veronica's wrath
I'd brought down on both our heads, wasn't worth it. Maybe soon enough he'd
realize...
                “Neve...” he
nuzzled my neck. “What's wrong?” He smiled at me, cupping my cheek with his
hand. I swallowed, hard, and forced myself to smile as I looked back into his
eyes, so dreamily, so mind-numbingly, blue. I wanted to lose myself in them.
                You're being
silly, Neve, I told myself. He loves you. Just look at him. Just look at
how he's treating you, spoiling you, making you feel so special...
                But he'd
made me feel special before, I knew. And he'd also hurt me before, hurt me in
ways I didn't know existed, destroyed my heart with a single word, a single
glance. I'd only just put the pieces back together again. Was I really willing
to risk being hurt a second time?
                “Nothing...” I
said.  At that moment I didn't care about being hurt, didn't care