Page 82 of View With Your Heart

Without responding, he does as I say, helping himself under my sheets, and falling asleep almost instantly.

I shower and meet Gee as he returns home from practice. I tell him what’s happened and hold him, offering comfort however I can to a little man who’s had his world rocked just as much as Gavin. Gee doesn’t have many questions as he’s already experienced death too often as a young person.

“You won’t leave me, right, Mom?” My heart broke.

“I’ll always be here,” I promised him, intending to keep that promise for a long time.

For some reason, I don’t mention that Gavin is here, wanting to give him some quiet support and keep him to myself just a little bit longer.

In the depths of the night, I’m awakened by something stiff at my backside and fingers outlining my hip.

“You okay?”

“It’s so late,” Gavin whispers.

“I let you sleep,” I quietly reply as his fingertips trace over my hip. He’s still naked under my sheets, but I’m wearing my pajamas. “Are you hungry?”

He shakes his head against the back of mine. “Only for you.” His hand continues over the edges of my body.

“You have on too much clothing,” he mutters, tugging down my shorts and underwear and then forcing me upward to remove my shirt. “Better,” he says as I lie back down, feeling the heat of him behind me. We should talk. We should discuss his feelings, where he’s at in all that’s happening so fast for him, but we don’t. His hand slips over my hip while his mouth comes to my shoulder, kissing me as his fingers dip between me again.

“I can’t get enough,” he whispers as if it’s an explanation. He’s taking advantage of me, but I don’t know how to stop him. I don’t know that I want to stop him because reality will hit him soon, and he’ll need to make some decisions. We’ll need to make plans for the future instead of only living in the moment, and I’m frightened of what that will look like.

As his fingers dip between my thighs again, and the warmth of his stiff length presses at my backside, I slip into that vortex of him, always him, allowing him to take from me once again. As we lay on our sides, he hitches my leg over his hip to open me up, and he slides into me from behind. I’ve never done it like this, lazy and slow and lying on my side, and he reaches around me for my clit. As he did earlier, he takes his time, no longer in a rush but still working up a rhythm.

“Britton, baby,” he mutters to my neck. “Let me feel you all around me.” I work to clear my headspace and just take in this moment. His fingers on the sweet spot. His dick deep inside me. We move as one, dancing in a sense, and tingles ripple across my belly.

“Gavin,” I whisper in warning.

“Yeah,” he hisses, encouraging me, eager for me. As my body gives in, he increases his pace, holding my shoulder as he surges into me. “So good.”

He continues to move, his body rocking behind mine until he stills, jolting inside me. He pauses, holding my shoulder as he breathes heavily behind me. My chest lifts and lowers as well until he curls closer to me, wrapping his arm over my midsection and tugging our bodies tight together.

“Thank you,” he whispers before slipping out of me and leaving the bed to get a washcloth for me. When he returns, he folds next to me once more, facing me this time.

“Let me stay a little longer,” he quietly asks, and I meet his eyes as best I can in the dark room.

“You can stay as long as you’d like.”

Please let it be forever.

Take 26

Scene: The Kitchen

[Gavin]

“Mom,” Gee’s voice pulls me from sleep, and I sit upright, the sheet falling to my waist. Beside me, Britton clutches the blanket, bringing it upward to cover her chest.

“Gee.” Her voice squeaks as I rub a hand down my face. I’m disoriented for a second—aware of my surroundings but still foggy.

“Gavin,” Gee says my name under his breath, and I glance over at him.

“Hey, buddy.” I try to smile through this awkward moment. I’m naked, and his mom is naked while Gee stands next to the bed. “How about giving us a second, okay?”

Gee blinks as if coming back into consciousness and nods. He steps to the door of Britton’s room, walking out and pulling the door closed behind him. I twist to face Britton once he’s gone and find her sitting upright. She holds the blanket over her chest and swipes back her hair.

“Oh God,” she mutters beside me.