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my tongue. I pull my book out of my carry-on, but I don’t look at it. By the time I’ve finished my drink, Jonathon is sleeping. Looking boyish and gorgeous, relaxed in slumber with his long lashes brushing his cheeks.
    I pour more champagne, needing to do something while I think.
    Ryan would never have tied my hands and put clamps on my nipples. I would never have asked him to do it. I basically let him think I was a virgin.
    Maybe I do belong with Jonathon. I was scared to tell Ryan anything that might hint at my past. With Jonathon, I don’t care what he knows.
    After Jonathon saved me from the stalker on campus, I was completely shaken and freaked out. I kept giving into waterfalls of tears, and I desperately needed someone to talk to. Jonathon was so sympathetic and he revealed that he had abuse in his past too. A different kind of abuse than I experienced. Mine was sexual, his was physical.
    He didn’t tell me who did it, but I assumed it happened at his father’s hands. Jonathon understood what I’d been through. He explained how he didn’t trust people; how he had built walls around his heart.
    I thought the abuse in his past explained his desire for bondage and domination, but he insists it is not the reason. That is a misconception, he explained. Brains are programmed differently for pleasure, and his just happened to be made this way. But his past has hurt him. It’s made it impossible for him to trust. He claims I’m the first person he feels he can trust because I open up to him so much.
    If you can talk to me, maybe that means we should be together.
    Jonathon said that to me just before Winter Break, when I told him I loved Ryan. Maybe he was right?
    After what I had just experienced, I know I could love Jonathon. Very intensely. What I don’t know is if he can love me.
    What happens if I fall hard for him, and he never breaks down his walls enough to love me in return?
    Chapter Three
     

    From the windows of the plane, I see stretches of white sand beaches. Sunlight glints on the aquamarine water of the ocean surrounding a long, tree-dotted island—one of the British Virgin Islands. Smaller islands surround it. From above, I can see many tall hotels, but I don’t know which one is the Azure resort.
    Jonathon suggested I take a window seat for the view and he was right. It’s spectacular. I have my nose pressed to the glass so I can see everything.
    We land and walk down a stair from the plane onto the tarmac, where we stand in brilliant sunshine. A mellow breeze tosses my long hair around my face. I walk beside Jonathon to the airport terminal, feeling like a movie star from the past, arriving glamorously by private jet.
    After we have the bags and have cleared customs, we head out to meet our waiting car.
    “I can’t wait to get into a bathing suit,” I say.
    Jonathon winks. “I can wait to get you tied to our bed.”
    I shiver which could be attributed to the air conditioning but that’s not the reason. I agreed to try…anything. Having my hands tied with bondage tape was both exciting and unnerving.
    On the plane, I focused only on the sex, on the scenario we were playing, on thrilling Jonathon. But now memories are biting at me. Things from my past that I’ve really tried to forget.
    If I were blindfolded, after all, I wouldn’t have to think about what was happening. If my hands were tied, playfully, I could pretend that I couldn’t stop anything. That nothing was my fault.
    I thought I could look at this week as a fun sexual adventure.
    I still believe it. I just have to keep my memories under control. But maybe I should warn him.
    “Jonathon—” I begin, but a man in uniform steps forward, holding a sign by his chest. He’s young, good-looking, blond, with skin that’s a blend of honey and copper. He wears a welcoming smile. “Mr. Powell?” His voice is deep and melodic.
    Jonathon nods.
    I can’t broach the subject of bondage in front of a stranger. I’ll have to tackle