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With Harrison, though, it’s like the world was spinning and everything was blurry. It was like I couldn’t think straight until I had his dick inside of me, and then everything seemed completely and totally perfect.
I can’t totally pinpoint what was so perfect about it except that it was something I’ve wanted for so very long and he seemed totally, completely into it.
That made it even more magical for me.
The second message is even sweeter, and I bite my lip as I look at it.
“Meet me for a good morning kiss?” He asks. “6:30 in the attic.”
I want that kiss, so I text back a hasty YES and hurry to take another shower. I didn’t wash my hair last night, so that needs to get done, and I shave my legs for good measure. When I’m done, I style my hair and do my makeup. I don’t bother stepping on the scale or taking a picture. I’m going to see Frank soon enough and I’m sure he’ll want me to weigh-in from his office. The idea makes me feel sick, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
All I want to think about is getting to Harrison and kissing him good morning and seeing how handsome he looks all dolled up.
I finish getting ready in record time. I usually need an entire hour to get presentable, but rushing works, and I climb into the attic at exactly 6:30.
And he’s there.
Waiting for me.
“Good morning,” he looks me up and down, and a huge smile spreads over his face.
“Hi,” I say shyly.
“You look perfect.” He reaches for me and pulls me close. My jeans are a little too tight and my shirt is a little too snug, but he doesn’t care. He just grabs my ass and kisses my lips like it’s the most wonderful way to wake up.
He’s acting like I’m something special and I sort of love that. I love the fact that when Harrison looks at me like this, I don’t feel cheap or used or dirty or dumb. I just feel perfect and special and adored. That’s how it should be, right? That’s how I should feel when I’m with someone.
I should feel special, and fuck, I totally do.
“You look pretty good, too,” I say. He laughs and looks down. He’s wearing a dark blue button-down with khakis, socks, and shoes. His hair is still a little damp, but it’s styled, and I know that Harrison’s dad is just as hard on him as he is on me. Maybe more so. After all, Harrison is the one who is going to take over the company one day, right?
“I look like a dick,” he says, and he shakes his head.
“What would you rather be wearing?”
“Literally anything else,” he sighs. “But you know Dad.”
“Yeah,” I mutter. “I know him.”
“You have a meeting this morning, right?”
“Unfortunately,” I say.
“What does he want to talk to you about?”
Harrison doesn’t seem nosy or rude. He’s not trying to be controlling. If anything, he’s just being curious, and I don’t mind answering him because the truth is that I don’t know what Frank wants to say. I have a couple of ideas, but they all sound too crazy to mention out loud.
“I’m not really sure.”
“School stuff, probably,” Harrison sighs, shaking his head.
“Hey,” I reach for his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Harrison says. “I don’t get why he’s so hard on you.”
“Maybe it’s just because I’m the only girl in the house,” I suggest, but we both know it’s total bullshit. Margaret is a girl in the house, and besides, Frank isn’t my dad. He doesn’t really have any reason at all to be hard on me.
“Maybe,” Harrison says. “Want to meet after?”
