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Zooey leads the way to my bedroom and opens the door tentatively, looking shy all of a sudden. It’s like she is waiting to be invited inside. I grin to myself, the nerves inside me dissolving as I scoop her up and throw her down on the bed. She giggles and I shut the door behind me, diving onto the bed with her and kissing her neck. She sounds so sweet when she laughs, and it’s completely endearing. I don’t want to let her go, but when she eventually moves away from me, she is smiling.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” she whispers. “What are we going to do after tomorrow?”
It’s a question I’m unprepared for, because I don’t have the answers myself. I’ve thought about it, of course, but I haven’t come up with any solutions that work for either of us. However we look at it, we’re going to upset people. However we look at it, we’re going to face issues when it comes to admitting our relationship is real. But for her, I know that all of the stress is worth it. It has to be.
“Well...I guess we can date in private for a while, and see how things go,” I murmur in her ear. “I’ll take you out to some fancy restaurants, buy you some nice gifts, treat you like you deserve to be treated...and if you’re still interested somewhere down the line, we will make it official. And from there, we can deal with your father and other people. How does that sound?”
“It sounds perfect,” she purrs. “I like the idea of being a secret for a while...it’s kind of exciting. And once we have been dating for a while, it’s not like people can view it as a fling, right? My Dad can’t be annoyed if we’re actually together and in love, can he?”
My heart seizes in shock. There it is. The L word. It’s not as though it hasn’t crossed my mind at all. I mean, I definitely know I’ve never felt this much for a woman before. I’ve always been a hit and run kind of guy, even though these past ten years I’ve barely even touched a woman, let alone slept with one or fallen in love. But now, it feels as though I’m working toward something more. Something special. And now, she’s looking me in the eyes and expecting an answer, but I’ve been struck dumb. Am I supposed to say that I love her? Is that what she is expecting from me right now?
I clear my throat. “I guess when he sees how much we care about each other, he won’t be able argue,” I say carefully. Zooey nods, looking a little disappointed. I curse myself. It seems obvious to me now that she was angling for a love declaration. But what’s the rush? Everything has happened so damn fast between us. I don’t want to mess this up by saying something I’m unsure of. It’s only been a few days, and despite the intensity of these feelings, it feels like a risk to put all my cards on the table right now. I’ve always kept to myself, always kept my emotions as a private matter, and it seems stupid to change that right away, even if she is the girl of my dreams.
“It’s late,” she says gently. “Maybe we need to sleep on this...figure it all out in the morning.”
I nod a little too enthusiastically, and then immediately regret it. I don’t want her to think I’m desperate to avoid the subject, but to be honest, I am. She’s right. I need time to think. I kiss her cheek before getting up and stripping off my swim trunks. She’s suddenly distracted from our conversation, her eyes drifting down to my exposed cock. I smile smugly. If this isn’t a perfect distraction, then I don’t know what is.
“Well, I guess we don’t have to sleep just yet…” she says, letting her tongue slowly slide across her lips. I crawl back onto the bed toward her, my eyes fixating on hers and locking her into my gaze. I get on top of her, grinding my hardening erection against her sweet spot. She gasps, still a little surprised by the change in tone.
“I guess we don’t,” I murmur. “After all...we’ve got all night…”
Zooey
I wake up this morning with a delightful ache in my body. The kind of ache that I presume comes from spending all night having sex with your new man. It’s not something I’m familiar with, but it’s certainly something I could get used to.
We’re so cozy in here, both under the warm duvet, and I’m certain I never want to leave this room. Wes is still fast asleep, turned toward me with his arm draped over me protectively. Even when he’s asleep, I know he’s thinking about me.
