Pumping her eyebrows like a dork, Eden rocks forward, sending me backwards until my body hits the mattress.
“Who said anything about milkshakes? I’ve got a better idea.”
Her eyes are sparkling, and my body is humming with happy anticipation. Yes, this is definitely the way I want to celebrate.
“Yes, please,” I beg, earning another chuckle. I don’t care. After today and the past few weeks, I need her to make me feel better. I need her to do whatever the hell she wants to me.
Gathering her tank top, I tug it until she leans back and allows me to strip it off. The penguin underwear shouldn’t be as sexy as they are. They’re the next item to go.
“Um, one of us is a little overdressed, babe.” She grins.
I must look desperate as I try to take everything off at once, only leading me to get stuck in my sweater. Eden helps me break free, her eyes alight with amusement. I puff out some air to remove the hair from my mouth. I know I’m a flustered mess, but I don’t care. This is what she does to me.
Pulling her back to me the second the last article of clothing hits her bedroom floor, I claim her lips. Eden doesn’t hold back either, and we’re both breathing heavily in no time at all.
“Time to celebrate my intelligent, gorgeous girlfriend,” she purrs against my lips. I have no time to reply as she slips down my body and nestles between my legs.
Every thought vanishes from my mind as Eden strokes me with her tongue. We might be new to this, but I’d say we’re pretty fuckin’ good at it already. She knows just where to touch me, breathe on me, and what to say. I’m a mess of jumbled words as she continues to “celebrate” me.
The last conscious thought I have is of Eden and how much I adore her. When my orgasm hits, I scream silently to the ceiling and then promptly sag into the bed. All the energy I had is gone. My eyes are slipping shut when I feel my body being moved. Warm blankets cover me, and Eden’s body holds me close.
“Sleep, babe. Everything’s okay.”
I’m so warm and comfortable. It takes me a second to remember where I am: curled up in Eden’s bed, naked. A smile creases my face as I recall Eden’s choice of celebration.Then I feel a little embarrassed. I fell asleep without reciprocating.
The bedroom door creaks open, and Eden shuffles in with a tray. The smell of coffee hits me and instantly perks up my fatigued mind.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” she says, smiling.
“Hey. What time is it?”
“Still early. Plenty of time for breakfast and a shower before school.”
Crap, it’s a school day and I stayed out all night. Mom is going to bust an artery.
“Sloane, relax. I messaged your mom last night after you passed out. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”
Sitting up, I grin at Eden’s less than subtle ogling of my bare chest. “You’re the best. Thank you, babe. For last night, and just generally being my rock.”
She is my rock. She’s quickly becoming my everything, which in itself is a little scary. Mom and Dad found each other in high school, and I love that they made it. I just never thought I’d have the same luck. Well, that’s if I can stop myself from constantly messing up.
“I made eggs and coffee. I can grab something else if you want, though.”
Taking the plate, I shovel a forkful into my mouth. My stomach unclenches, and I realize I’m ravenous. Another side effect of my recent anxiety is the inability to eat properly. Eden sits on the bed next to me, watching with slight amusement.
“Need me to make some more?” she asks. I’ve gobbled the lot in record time.
“No, that was perfect. Now gimme coffee!”
Laughing, she hands over the mug and leans against the headboard, opening her arm to offer me my favorite position. Tucked into her body.
“We’ve got time, you know,” I say. My mind has wandered back to last night. “We could fool around a little.”
“As much as I would love to do that, babe, we really haven’t got time.”
Huffing, I sip more coffee. It’s nice waking up and taking a few minutes to just be. At home, I spring out of bed the second my alarm goes off. It takes a while to get myself “cheer captain” ready, if you know what I mean.
“Crap, I haven’t got any clean clothes. I can’t show up to school wearing yesterday’s stuff.”
