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Forty-One

Olivia Allen

"Good morning."

I rolled over to face Niall, his raspy morning voice being my favorite thing to wake up to.

"Morning," I replied.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Better than I ever have before."

He grinned knowingly. "I wonder why that is."

"Who knows," I kidded.

"No regrets about last night, right?"

"Of course not. Niall, it was incredible."

"I thought so too." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. We were still undressed from last night. Even though we were under the covers, I felt so much more exposed and vulnerable in the light of day.

His bare chest pressed to mine brought the memories flooding back.

"Niall, last night really was amazing."

"So worth the wait," he agreed.

I rested my head on his chest and sighed. "A perfect first time."

First time. Wow.

I'm no longer a virgin.

I mean, obviously. But it's actually really weird to think about. It's just something that's a part of you for so long you barely think about it and then it's different. And it can never be like that again.

But I'm so happy I have zero regrets about this. It wasn't drunken, it wasn't uncomfortable, I wasn't pressured. I was in love, and he loves me, and there's no one else I'd rather share that experience with.

"I love you, Olivia. I can never tell you enough." He idly scratched my bare back. "I just wish we could stay right here all day."

"Shit." I bolted upright, bringing the blanket with me to cover my chest. "We need to get dressed. Mark's going to be here any minute to take you to go train."

I started climbing out of bed but Niall grabbed me by my waist. "Don't worry. I'm not going today. I already texted Jarv."

"Oh." I sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. Remember that time your brother met me when we were making out? Yeah, well someone finding us naked in bed would be a million times worse. I think I would literally die of embarrassment."

Niall just laughed at me. He's fazed by nothing.

For the first time I looked around at the mess we made. Everything was scattered in a horseshoe around the bed. My shirt, Niall's jeans, his shirt, my black bra and lacy underwear, his underwear. Even the condom wrapper was on the floor. It's pretty funny, actually.

I laid back down and let Niall hold me.

"You were amazing, Liv," Niall mumbled in my ear. "So hot. I almost don't believe you that you say it was your first time."

I rolled my eyes. He's just being nice.

"But really, thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"For making it perfect. For waiting for me. You were just gentle and sweet and didn't rush it. It was everything I wanted it to be."

I turned to face him and he kissed me. It was nothing like the kisses last night. Just light and short.

About an hour later, it was sadly time to pack up to fly to the next destination.

I climbed out of bed and grabbed my bra off the floor to get dressed then went to the bathroom.