Innocent Beginnings: A College Freshmans Guide to Sexual

Perverted POV

NATURAL HIGH

The worn leather of the booth was cool against her arm, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from him as he leaned closer, his voice a low hum that vibrated through the quiet diner. His gaze was heavy, thoughtful, tracing the path of a stray raindrop on the window before returning to her, and she felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the evening chill. He spoke of glances held a second too long, of the electric charge in a crowded room when you find the one person who truly sees you. His words painted pictures of slow dances in dark rooms, where the only sound is a shared breath and the frantic rhythm of two hearts learning a new, synchronized beat. He described the profound intimacy of a gentle hand cupping a face, a silent question asked with trembling fingers and answered with a soft, closing of eyes. It was about the dizzying scent of a lover’s perfume on your clothes the next morning, a sweet ghost of a memory. He told her of conversations that lasted until dawn, where souls felt laid bare and understood without judgment. It was the terrifying, beautiful vulnerability of trusting someone with your quietest, most hidden self. This, he implied, was the real adventure, a landscape of emotion far richer than any childish conquest. Jade finally understood that the 'full experience' wasn't about a transaction, but about this breathtaking, heart-stopping connection.