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I catch her hand and hold it. “Calm down. What’s the matter with you?”
“What’s the matter with you?” she counters, “You want me, and then you don’t, and each time it’s my fault, and you glare at me like I did something wrong. Isn’t this what you wanted? Me all to yourself?”
She climbs off me and grabs the end of the comforter, pulling the corner hard until it covers her body and not mine. She curls up with her back to me and lies there.
“It’s not fair to you,” I whisper.
“What’s not fair?” she asks, lifting her head but not looking at me. She waits for an answer, but I say nothing, not sure why she’s so angry. She lowers her head back down. “You’re still here?”
I sit up on the creaky bed. “You can’t be upset because we’re not having sex.”
She flips over to face me. Her expression is lava-boiling anger, not sadness, as she lifts her finger to make a point. “I’m tired of men telling me what’s right and fair for and what’s not. Let me try life for myself and figure it out. And it would help if you boys stop gossiping.
“My mother begged me not to get pregnant and ruin my life.” Astrid scoffs. “I know she didn’t mean to tell me that I ruined her life. I hope that’s not what she meant. But it stings anyway. So what’s your excuse for not wanting me?”
“I do want you,” I keep the volume low, though no one in this building would care if I shout. “But you just watched your friends being arrested. I’m not a heartless jerk. You’ve been fucked by plenty of that type, and I don’t want to add to it.” I freeze, wishing I had phrased that better. “I didn’t mean plenty.”
Astrid smiles at my embarrassment. “One is considered plenty when you’re a girl.”
“Okay. No filter. I don’t want to be another jerk on that list you wrote.”
“I didn’t write pushover,” she whispers, reaching for my hand to hold.
“I should have questioned it,” I sigh, “considering who gave it to me.”
She tilts her head, looking sweet. “Who gave it to you?”
“Pierce.”
She’s quiet, and I stop talking so she can think about what I just said. She doesn’t let go of my hand. “You’re the one I want to leave with. You know that.”
I move nearer, so we’re face-to-face. “I know. How do you picture that day?”
She giggles. “At graduation, we’re in a red convertible with the top down, so everyone can see us. You’ll make donuts on Stonehaven’s flawless lawn. And I’ll wave our diplomas in the air as Rawlins watches us drive off with the music blasting.”
I nuzzle up closer. “What music are we playing?”
“Classic rock—Judas Priest at full volume.”
“I like your fantasy, but I had pictured a motorcycle and us in black leather jackets. Commencement ends, and we’re driving straight up the aisle, out onto the road. You on the back, shaking our diplomas in their faces.”
Astrid giggles. “I wish you weren’t so moody, Wyatt,” she whispers, “I wish you could believe that I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“And the others?” I foolishly ask. I have the chance to say how I feel about her, but instead I worry about how she feels about them.
She presses her fingers to my lips. “I don’t want to talk about them. I want you to focus on us right now.”
“Smart and beautiful,” I murmur as I lean in to kiss her gently on the lips. I let go of the attitude I lurk behind as my body demonstrates that I need her. Her lips feel warm as I hungrily press my mouth to hers. I’m not used to displaying emotions that make me look weak. So I fight to slow down but grasp that to win Astrid, I have to open up to her. I tried demanding, and it didn’t work. Not with her. I have to let Astrid see that I can handle her love.
I sigh as her hands run along my thighs and her fingers trace my hard cock, pressing against my briefs. I moan and don’t check the wounded sound that should embarrass me. Astrid doesn’t pause to stare at me like I’m weak. She continues to draw lines over my throbbing cock with her fingertips until I grab her hand, afraid I might cum before it happens.
“You don’t like that?” she whispers, pressing another soft kiss on my lips before I can answer.
I sigh deeply. “I didn’t know you had such a soft touch. I like it,” I stammer.
She smiles, slipping her hand into my briefs and running her fingers lightly over my sensitive skin. I bite my bottom lip as my body vibrates all over from one finger slowly drawn over my length. I grab her hand and place it on my lips, so I can ease back down and get a grip.
“Get the clothes off,” I growl as my eyes lock on hers.
