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“Aw.” Practically melting on his lap, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I really love you, too, boyfriend.”
When he knotted his hand in my hair and deepened the kiss, I really did melt on his lap. It was such a good kiss: slow, and smooth, and deep, and spine-tinglingly perfect.
“Gerard?” I said in a breathless tone when I broke our kiss a little while later.
“Hmm?” he replied, peppering my bare skin with epic, toe-curling neck kisses.
“You were my first kiss.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And the first boy who touched me there.”
“Mmm.”
“And the first boy to lick me there.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Well, I want you…” My words broke off and I moaned when his tongue traced over a particularly sensitive part of my neck. “To be my first everything.”
The moment the words were out, Gerard froze, lips still on my neck. “Everything?”
Releasing a shaky breath, I nodded. “Everything.”
“Just so we’re on the same page…” Gerard paused to pull back and look at me. “You are talking about sex, right?” He eyed me cautiously. “Because I’ve been known to get it wrong a time or ten, and my ability to read between the lines is about as shocking as my ability to read in class, Claire-Bear.”
“I am, Gerard.” My face flamed with heat. “I am talking about sex.”
“Okay.”
His brows furrowed together as he studied me. “What, uh, what exactly about…”
“Omigod, Gerard, I want us to have sex with each other!” I blurted out, spelling it out for him in the most unsexy way imaginable. “As in, I want you to put your ladder in my tree.”
“In your tree?”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs. “Oh, your tree,” he replied, awareness dawning on him. “You should have called it a bush, Claire-Bear. I’m not familiar with the whole pussies being trees terminology.”
“Ew, no.” I scrunched my nose up in disgust. “‘Bush’ is such a gross word.”
“True,” he agreed. “And you definitely don’t have one.”
“Nope.” I smiled proudly. “The benefits of pound-shop razors.”
He seemed to think about that for a moment before shaking his head. “So, back to the sex.”
“The sex,” I agreed.
“When were you thinking about it, uh, happening?”
“Um, I was thinking sort of now.”
“Now?” Gerard looked a little panicked. “Like ‘right now in the car’ right now?”
“No, obviously not ‘right now in the car’ right now,” I replied with a nervous laugh.
“Okay, good.” He laughed nervously in response. “Because I was thinking Mr. Murphy always takes his evening stroll and I wouldn’t want to traumatize the poor man.”
