Romona PoV
Bulgae and I had started dating for sometime now. How I let him convince me, I don't even know. Maybe it was that silly grin of his or the way his tail wagged whenever he was with me.
At first, everything had been light and teasing. But over time, his touches had grown bolder, his words more suggestive. He had been trying to convince me to take the next step for weeks. I had always pulled back at the last moment, too shy and nervous to go all the way.
Tonight, I had finally given in.
I stood in the doorway of his bedroom, my fingers nervously clutching the hem of my thin silk slip. The crimson light from the crystal matrix outside bathed the room in a warm glow. At first, I only saw his silhouette on the large bed.
