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West’s eyes go dark and he plunges inside me. A breath later, he’s pounding me into the wall. The friction on my clit is perfect, the thick slide of him inside me sending me higher and higher until I come, digging my nails into his back, hanging on for dear life as the world around us fades away.
West draws me up, riding me hard, using my body to work his climax to its peak. I can feel the heat of him when he comes, the slick sound turning me on more than I thought possible.
West pulls away, letting me down to the ground, his arms coming around my waist to hold me as he catches his breath.
The magnitude of what we just did isn’t lost on me. West didn’t ask me if I’m on birth control, didn’t ask anything else. He trusts me. That’s what this was about.
He trusts me. And unless I’ve missed some big red flags over the last ten years or so, he trusts Raleigh, too.
It’s not everything, but it’s a hell of a start.
22
Raleigh
Callie’s text wakes me up Saturday morning.
West is on his way. You’ve got about fifteen minutes.
More like twelve now, for how long I’ve been staring at my phone trying to make that message make more sense.
Eleven.
Shit. I drop the phone back on the nightstand and haul ass into the shower. My parents are both working over at the Market this morning, thank God, so we’ll at least be able to skip the introductions.
Not sure how that’s supposed to go just yet. “Mom, this is West. You might remember him from Alex’s wedding last week. He’s the one who helped me realize I’m not exactly straight. Oh, and by the way, I’m not exactly straight.”
Yeah, no. Pass.
For all I know, West is on his way over here to dump me in person. Maybe I’m being optimistic, but that seems like overkill. If he was going to dump me, wouldn’t ghosting me all week be a pretty efficient head start?
By the time I finish my shower, the anticipation is killing me. Maybe it’s better this way, that he just shows up with almost no warning; he’ll be here just before I expire from the stress.
Six more minutes. I yank on the cleanest sweatpants I can find and the last clean T-shirt in my drawer. My room is pretty spartan, but I pick up all the junk off the floor anyway—mostly laundry that needs to be washed—and shove it all in my closet.
Not that West is going to see my room.
That train of thought is not helping the anticipation, so I grab my phone and park myself on the couch to wait.
You’re not coming with him? I text back to Callie.
Working all day. Followed by a sad face emoji and her follow-up question pops up immediately. Dinner tomorrow?
I can’t stop my smile. Why didn’t I think of that?
Hell, yes. Where?
My place at 7. See you then.
My pulse thickens. No matter how this goes with West, at least now I have something awesome to look forward to tomorrow.
A car door slams outside.
All right. Showtime. Nothing to be nervous about. Just play it cool, Raleigh. It’s just West.
My pulse stutters at the sharp knock on the door.
I open the door, cool as hell.
