“I’m a fucking mess.”
“It happens.”
He was being nice.If that had happened with one of my girlfriends, she would not have been that nice about it.
“Guess this means I’m bi, huh?”I looked at him, expecting his I-told-you-so face.But he was looking at me with soft eyes, all golden brown around his pupils and a smile coming off him like sunshine in winter.Like he loved me.
“But you didn’t get anything out of that,” I said.
“Are you kidding?I have never in my fucking life been felt up like that before.”
“Is it always this amazing when a guy makes you shoot?”
“No.”He smiled.“You just had a good first time.”
Just like he’d promised five months ago.
“I never shot this hard in my life.My fingernails hurt.”
“You want to go to bed—to sleep?”
“I’ve gotta have a shower first.”I had to push myself off the arm of the couch to get up.I still felt wobbly and leaned against the wall on the way to my bedroom.I grabbed clean clothes and went into the bathroom.
I had to sit down in the shower because my legs wouldn’t hold me up.I felt like I’d been hit by a bus but in the most amazing way.
He was in the bedroom waiting for me when I went in.I dropped my laundry into the basket, then I face-planted onto the bed.Before I passed out, I felt him put his hand on my back, steady and warm.
Chapter Thirteen: Boyfriend
Icame to, face downon the bed.The room was full of sunlight.I hadn’t slept so well in years.I felt amazing.
Then I remembered last night.
I didn’t have to move; I could feel him lying beside me, even though we weren’t touching.When I sat up, I saw him looking at me.He was giving me a sly smile and an appraising look, which I gave him right back.
“Hey,” I said.
