That was what I felt. I loved the others too, and I knew that I couldn’t live without any one of them. The thought of having to choose one made it feel like I’d be losing part of me.
My mind seemed to work on autopilot as it steered my feet towards an apartment whose address I had memorized from one of our endless conversations. A well-maintained apartment block that was only ten minutes from Madison’s friend’s place, a few blocks down from where we’d gone to that house party.
When I reached the door of my destination, I was out of breath. My knuckles rapped against the door, maybe more desperate and impolite than necessary but then again, no better words described the state I was in.
Lucas opened the door, a surprised expression lighting up those pretty features..
“June?”
20
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June
“I have your blazer,” I said, feeling dumb.
Lucas’s eyes roved over me, nodding at the very obvious statement. “I see that. You could’ve just brought it back to me on Monday, you know.”
“I know. I just… I wanted to give it to you myself.”
There was a momentary pause. The air between us felt thick with electricity, with all the possibilities of what could be and what should be and what I think we both wanted to be. His hand was still resting on the doorknob, his expression dark but unyielding.
“Well, thank you, I suppose,” he said.
I shrugged it off my shoulders and bunched it across one arm, then handed it over. As Lucas took it, our eyes locked. There was the slightest contact as his fingers brushed against my arm.
His throat bobbed. Not out of nervousness or awkwardness or anything that might’ve anchored the next few moments in practicality. I knew that look; he was trying hard to control himself. And thank God he failed.
He tossed the blazer to the side and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body as his other hand went to the back of my head. My arms immediately went around hisneck, my own body pressing up against his as closely as our clothes would allow.
“I like it when you kiss me,” I said, my eyes closed so all I could do wasfeel. I could feel his body tense against mine, feel the low groan in his throat as our tongues found each other. I felt him pull me back with him until he could shut the door.
“No one kisses me like you do,” I said in the brief breaks between. And I meant it. Each of them offered up something different in the way they expressed their passion. I loved each one. I needed each one.
My hands slid down from around his neck to slide down his throat and chest, then further down until they could free his shirt from where it’d been tucked into his pants. When they slipped underneath, Lucas made a sound that was almost wounded, a sharp exhale that might’ve been mistaken as pain if not for the way his body seemed to cave around my hands, searching for more of my touch.
“Yes, I love them. But I love you too. I love you so much it drives me crazy and I can’t think of a future without you in it,” I continued, moving my kisses from his mouth to his throat. I ran my tongue across his Adam’s apple and felt his hands suddenly dig into my sides.
His shirt fell to the floor, his jeans were next. My dress was an easy enough thing to discard without too much effort. We were a tangle of hands and lips and skin. There was Lucas and there was heat and there was more, more, more.
“I love you too,” he whispered into my hair. “I love you, June.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the nearest couch. He laid me down as gently as though I were something delicate, even though his touch was increasingly lessgentle. My hands raked up his back and he hissed, biting down onto my shoulder.
Between my thighs, he began to grind himself against me, every rocking of his hips causing both of us to gasp. I rolled my own hips up to meet his, and for a minute we were lost in the sensation, forehead to forehead, focusing on nothing but the carnal, almost juvenile pleasure we were wringing out of each other.
But Lucas, as always, was impatient, and after one final languid grind he began to lower himself down. I knew exactly where he was going and the promise of his talented tongue was almost enough to let him do it.
But there was a debt that was owed.
“Wait,” I said with a groan, forcing myself to put my hands to his chest and push him off of me. He reared back immediately, his hand still on my thigh as worry flooded his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
A mischievous smile played at my lips as I sat up and shoved him onto his back. “If I recall correctly, I owe you one.”
Realization dawned as fresh desire lit up his eyes. “I appreciate the creditworthiness.”
