“What?” I asked as I leaned away from him to see his face. He smiled at me, not one bit embarrassed. “Are you serious?”
He nodded. “You were my first kiss, Addie. I wanted my first time to be with you, too.”
He never slept with Sophie . . . No wonder she hated me so much. Jackson had waited forme. He loved me so much that he wanted his first time to be with me.
I felt like I had been thrown into a pool of water; I was being drowned by how much I loved this boy.
He kissed me again, this time walking us backward until we were pressed against his dresser. I giggled before putting my hands on his chest and pushing him away.
“I really do love you, Jackson,” I said looking up at him.
“I really do love you, too.” He gave me a quick kiss before stepping back. “I wish you were coming to the party.”
I never bought a ticket for tonight’s senior all-night party because I didn’t want to be a third-wheel to Sophie and Jackson. It was too late to buy a ticket by the time I found out they broke up.
I shrugged. “We’ll have the entire summer together. Ready to take me home?”
He grabbed my hand and we said our goodbyes to his family.
Julie gave me a tight hug, and promised she’d take me out for breakfast this week while she was in town.
On the way home, we listened to “The Other Side” by Jason Derulo, screaming at the top of our lungs to the lyrics. Jackson turned the volume up as high as it could go. “This one’s for the love of my life,Addison Bianchi!” I laughed and shoved him in the shoulder as we continued to sing. Friends to lovers—the oldest trope in the book.
Peter’s car was gone when we pulled into my driveway, and Jackson leaned over to kiss me as “Earned It” by the Weeknd started to play.
I put my hands in his hair, pulling him against me. His hands trailed up my thighs until they were around my waist, rubbing back and forth along my hip bones. He laughed against my lips. “Oh my god, I forgot to give you your underwear back.”
“Don’t need them,” I replied as I dragged my hands down his chest to the button of his pants.
Jackson put a hand on my wrist. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
He pulled his head back to look at me, and I smiled up at him. I could never get sick of this view. “That’s okay, we have all summer to finally do that in the truck.”
He smiled back at me before taking off his shirt, then he started kissing down my neck and chest. He lowered his head to kiss the inside of my right thigh, and then the left, alternating a kiss on each one as he got closer and closer to where I wanted him.
Jackson looked up at me before centering himself. “It’s you and me, Addison.” Then he put his head beneath the hem of my dress. This time we didn’t have to try to keep quiet.
The only thought my brain kept repeating was,Two more months, and then it’s just Jackson and me forever.It was impossible to think anymore once Jackson’s mouth touched me. He spent the next thirty minutes learning my body, and how it reacted to him. He paid attention to what made me moan, whimper, tremble, and tighten. And when it mattered most, he put what he’d learned to good use.
After the final waves of pleasure rolled through my body, we switched positions. When I reached to undo his belt, he didn’t stop me, and I tasted him in all the ways I’d spent the last four yearsimagining. I took my time, putting as much effort into learning his body as he had mine. The way he held my hair back so he could watch what I was doing to him drove me wild, and the adoration in his eyes as he bit his lip just confirmed how real this was. He told me he loved me, how good my mouth felt, and moaned my name over and over again. He tensed beneath me before finally relaxing against the seat, and I looked up at him and repeated his words from earlier: “It’s you and me, Jackson.”
When I finally walked inside the house, I slipped off my shoes and left my yearbook behind them by the front door. I was so exhausted from the emotional high I was on today that I flopped down on the couch without changing.
A part of me wished I was going to the senior all-night party to spend more time with Jackson, but I would see him tomorrow morning. My heart fluttered—not just tomorrow, but the rest of my life would be spent with Jackson Delvecchio.
I let out a yawn and wrapped myself in a blanket, falling into a deep sleep. I could rest easy now that we weren’t playing any more games with each other.
We were finally together, and I wholeheartedly believed that one day I would be Addison Delvecchio.
***
I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. I peered up at the clock on the wall, surprised to find that it was one in the morning. I turned from where I was curled up on the couch to see Peter standing in the doorway of the family room, watching me.
“You’re just like Mom,” he said as he stared down at me.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, wondering what he was talking about. I tried to blink him into focus while I spoke. “Peter?”
He was illuminated by the lights in the kitchen, his reddened eyes glazed over as he swayed in the doorway. He was completely obliterated.
