Coming Back To You by Donya Lynne Read Free Book Online

her
face heat. “It was something Mark said to me once.”
    Jan’s curious gaze implored her to
continue.
    Karma took a deep breath, willing her
emotions to remain in check. “It’s kind of silly.” She briefly hid
her face in her hands before taking a deep breath and diving in.
“Before Mark and I had sex, he taught me…things.” Her face blazed
with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was revealing such
intimate moments. “One of the things he taught me was the
difference between a clitoral orgasm and a G-spot orgasm. Before
Mark, I never even knew there was a difference or that there were
different types of orgasms.”
    Jan rested her chin on her hand and grinned
as if hearing this story entertained her.
    “Anyway, the analogy he used was that a
G-spot orgasm was to a clitoral orgasm what a chocolate chunk
brownie drizzled with warm caramel and vanilla sauce was to a piece
of Dove chocolate. He said that while both were good, one made you
moan while the other just made you smile. He said he was going to
give me a chocolate chunk brownie.”
    And he had made good on his promise. Many
times.
    Jan’s grin turned into a smile. “I like that.
He has quite a way with words.” Using her stylus, Jan made another
note on her tablet. “But so do you. What you wrote was very
insightful and well written. Have you ever thought about being a
writer?”
    “My degree is in journalism.”
    Jan made another note. “I see. So, do you
want to write?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why don’t you?”
    Karma shrugged. “There weren’t any jobs in my
field after graduation.”
    “Maybe you could write a book. You don’t have
to work in journalism to write. You just need the desire, a pen,
and a piece of paper. Or a blog,” she added as an afterthought.
    Mark had said something similar to her once.
Perhaps they were both right. Maybe her new blog could ease her
into the idea and help her figure out her writing future.
    After several seconds of silence, Jan lifted
her tablet again. “Why don’t you tell me what you liked best about
Mark. Why does it hurt so bad that he’s gone?”
    Karma dropped her gaze to her lap and picked
at her thumbnail. “He was just different. He made me feel
different.”
    “How so?”
    She remembered the night Mark had stood
behind her in front of her mirror.
    “He helped me see myself with new eyes. When
I was a kid, my brother, his friends, and a bunch of my classmates,
teased me. I was a gangly, awkward kid. All arms and legs, no
curves, especially where my breasts were concerned. I developed
late. Kids made fun of me. Not a day went by that someone didn’t
say something about my small breasts or my body.” She frowned as
those old taunts echoed inside her mind. She no longer believed
them, thanks to Mark, but now that he was gone, those naysaying
voices crept back in to chip at her self-esteem. “After I told Mark
about what had happened to me as a kid and how it still affected me
as an adult, he took me to my mirror, stood behind me, and began
ticking off all my features.” She smiled as she remembered his
words. “He told me I have beautiful skin, that my eyes were the
most captivating eyes he’d ever seen, that my body was perfect. As
I looked at my reflection, I began to see myself the way he saw me.
He made me feel beautiful and sexy and desirable, and I’d never
felt that way before.”
    “And are you any less beautiful, sexy, and
desirable now that he’s gone?”
    Excellent point.
    “No.”
    “So, Mark opened your eyes to who you really
are. Is that what you’re saying?”
    “Yes.” Fond memories of their time together
played through her mind. “And it wasn’t just the way I saw my
physical body that he helped change. It was everything. Being with
him made me feel more confident.” She curled her feet under her and
nestled against the arm of the couch. “I don’t know how to explain
it, but he empowered me. He taught me things about life, about sex,
about me and what I