An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“We should do this another night,” Nick said with that sexy grin of his as he leaned down and-
“No!” she screamed, startling him, which in her defense wasn’t her fault.
“We’re doing this tonight,” she said, doing her best not to scream again as she writhed in pain, squeezing the pillow tightly against her chest and squeezing her eyes closed as she waited for the pain that all brochures and books she’d read hadn’t prepared her for subsided.
“Jamie, I-” he started to explain why they should put off date night, but she wasn’t having that.