Kherrie had been courted before. Marcus was romantic and wonderful, and she'd let herself get swept away. And Ritchie was powerful and animalistic, the times she shared with him were raw and hungry. And Adrian was a sex god, there was no way around that. She could just lay back and let him do his thing.
This felt different. It felt... more meaningful. And that scared her a little. "You know..." she said, breaking into a smile and looking up into his eyes. "...you didn't have to get me drunk wine tasting to get me into the bedroom."