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The pitter-patter of my heart doesn’t cease. It’s like a booming drum in my ears; it’s so loud, I wonder if Grayson can hear it too.“This is the first time I’ve been kissed so sweetly,” I finally confess to him. “What does that mean for us?”
“It means that…I want you, and you want me. Our feelings are complicated, if you ask me — even I can’t explain these emotions. But we can make it simple, Riley. If you want to. We can figure it out together.”
My heart thuds. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He tilts his head in question.
I slowly grin. “We have an hour to figure it out.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Grayson — 18 years old (three months later)
Riley lies down on the blanket. She tugs on my hand, taking me with her. I lie on my back with her.
We’ve been together since the night of the Christmas gala, though we’ve never explicitly said that we’re a thing now, that we’re dating. It kind of just naturally happened. A flow of events, and we just went along with it.
We kissed that night, a whole fucking lot. Until we were both breathless and aching, but we somehow kept falling back into each other’s arms. Tasting each other, exploring our needs, and wanting more. I couldn’t get enough of her, and she was just as needy with her touches.
The next Monday, at school, I was holding her hand for everyone to see. She didn’t protest though. Riley had just been blushing, with a sneaky, pleased smile on her lips. Lips that I had been craving since I’ve tasted her.And then we kissed some more. Under the staircase, where no one could see us. In my car, hiding away from the rest of the world, in our own world where only she and I exist.
I was finally able to take her on a proper date today.
But it wasn’t until we got to the restaurant that I realized something was wrong. Riley wasn’t eating. At first, I thought she didn’t like the food. But that wasn’t the case.
She was anxious. Uneasy in a public setting.
And uncomfortable to eat in front of so many people.
When I saw her picking at her food, barely eating anything on her plate, I had the servers pack our food in takeout boxes. If being in a restaurant makes Riley uncomfortable, then we’d go somewhere else.
And here we are. It’s not a lily field, but it’s a meadow nonetheless. The best place for a private picnic. I knew it was the right spot to take Riley when her eyes lit up and she bounced happily across the meadow and found us the perfect spot under a tree.
Riley curls into my right side, pressing her body against mine.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders, anchoring her to me. “Are you cold?”
She’s wearing a black dress, a leather jacket, and white sneakers. Her golden hair is in a loose, messy braid. Riley makes a sound of denial in the back of her throat. “I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s quite warm today. Spring is finally here.”
That’s true. It’s late March, and the afternoon’s breeze is no longer as chilly as it used to be a few weeks ago. “Did you like the food?”
Riley props herself up on her elbow, leaning closer to look down at me. She holds herself above me, her breath fanning over my lips. Her braid falls over her shoulder, the loose strands tickling my cheek. “The food was good. I was able to enjoy it once we got here.” Her eyes soften. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
She leans down, lowering her lips to mine. The kiss starts out slow, before turning into a frenzy of tongues and desperately needy. I lift my head up from the blanket, cupping the back of her neck to hold her to me.
Riley steals the breath from my lungs, and I drink in the taste of her, savoring her lips as if it was the last kiss of a dying man. Her chest is crushed against mine; I feel her own heart beating — the sound of it resonating through me.
“Grayson.” She moans my name into my mouth, and I swallow it, chasing her tongue with mine. We don’t break apart until we’re both dizzy and breathless.
A soft whimper spills from her mouth and she buries her face in the crook of my neck. I feel her damp lips against my flesh, and she nibbles on the sensitive spot on my throat. Licking my Adam's apple, and when I grunt in response, I feel her smirk against my skin.
Riley knows the effect she has on me, and she’s a tempting minx. I know she’s not a virgin; I’ve heard the rumors about Jasper and her. But Riley was somewhat inexperienced three months ago. I loved seeing her transition from tentative kisses to her boldness now. She’s exploring things she likes and the ways she wants to be touched.
She licks my throat again, her teeth grazing my skin with a teasing bite.
“Fuck.” My heart slams against my rib cage. My dick is impossibly hard. No amount of jerking off is helping my severe case of blue balls. Riley is a beautiful woman, with curves that make my mouth water. I’ve been satisfying myself with our kisses, but fuck, it’s no longer enough.
I hunger for Riley, and her undeniable desire for me is apparent in the way she rubs her body against mine. Needing to be closer.
