Impatient

Brent's POV

I was becoming impatient as the days wore on. I asked Chelle as many questions as I could to learn more about her preferences and dislikes. Despite the fact that I'd prefer to see her naked and on the bed first, I had dinner planned for her. The conversation heated up as we discussed what we wanted to do to each other, and I was relieved that I would soon be inside her. For a night with her, I had grown tired of extending my hand, which was contrary to my usual behavior. I didn't want anyone else for the time being. I doubted that we'd crash and burn once we met, but there was a chance. Some of her defenses had been down, but her appearance remained a mystery.