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“Damn. That was… mmm.”
“Glad you liked it.” He grins devilishly. Then I glance down.
And I want to make him feel good too.
No second-guessing or uncertainty. I reach down and wrap my hand around him and begin stroking.
He gasps when I touch him. I’ve never done this before, but I try to pay attention to his reaction.
“Lube,” he mutters.
I raise my eyebrows.
He reaches into a nearby drawer and pulls out a bottle. I squirt some in my hand and rub it between my palms, trying to warm it up.
I reach for him again, and this time when I touch him, he shudders and moans.
He moves his hips and I follow along with their rhythm, experimenting with where I’m touching and how hard I’m squeezing until he barely gets out the word “hard.” I tighten my grip and move my hand up and down faster. That’s when he moans and collapses against me. Well, the side of me. My stomach is a bit of a mess now.
He grabs me a T-shirt from the floor and I clean myself up.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says, leaning over and giving me a kiss.
I grin at him. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
I grab my bralette and pull it back on, followed by my shirt. Then I lie back down next to him.
He runs his hand through my hair. “That was fun.”
“It was,” I say. In fact, I didn’t realize how fun it could be. “So, you mentioned college earlier. Is that something you think about?”
He shrugs. “Sometimes. But we’ve only been together a few months. And I like you Rae, I really do, but… I’m gonna be ten hours away in North Carolina. I’m not saying we shouldn’t stay together; I’m saying… well, it’s gonna be your senior year. You should have fun with your friends. And I want to meet new people. And—” he stops himself, clearly not wanting to say whatever he was thinking.
“Tell me. It’s okay. I want you to be honest.”
“Honestly? I don’t want to be the guy I used to be. If I were that far away from you… I want to believe I wouldn’t cheat on you, but…”
“Well, I don’t love that, but I get it. Listen, it’s only January. We don’t have to decide now. Let’s see where we are when things get closer and we’ll decide, okay?”
He nods. “I think that’s a good plan.”
My phone beeps. “Shoot, that means it’s time for me to head home.” I grab my phone and throw on my shoes, making sure all of me looks presentable.
“Tomorrow?” Davey asks me.
“Definitely tomorrow,” I say, a touch of seriousness in my voice.
His breath catches when I say it, as he realizeswhatI’m saying.
“See you then, baby,” he says, leaning up and giving me a kiss before I walk out of his room and head downstairs and out to my car.
My conversation with Davey yesterday did nothing to deter me from feeling like I want to doitwith him. If anything, I feel more ready than ever. I trust Davey. And even though we might not be the couple who are meant to be together forever—in fact, we probably aren’t—he treats me well, we enjoy being together, and I feel safe with him.
We already had plans to hang out tonight, but he planned a nice date for us first. I put on a sexy gray jersey pencil skirt that hugs my body with a peach V-neck T-shirt that perfectly highlights my boobs. I throw on a pair of charcoal gray booties and a chunky silver necklace. I grab my long, dark gray wool coat and my favorite black handbag and go outside to wait for Davey. Mostly because I don’t want to risk having to answer a thousand questions from my parents about where we’re going and what we’re doing. Not because they’re trying to be controlling, but because they’re genuinely interested in my dates. But I don’t want to risk giving away what we very well might bedoinglater. I mean, I’ll tell my mom after it happens, but not before. Because it’s not up for discussion.
I’m leaning against a column on my porch, staring down at my phone when I hear a whistle.
I look up and see Aaron. He’s also dressed nicely—tan slacks, brown boots, a dark green sweater, and a black wool coat.
