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THE NEXT EVENING, I made sure to show up properly dressed, though I’m sure I would’ve become his favorite woman if I hadn’t. I didn’t have much—moving from such a small town where my parents didn’t have much, and the girls I hung around cared more about their studies than a competition of who’s the sexiest in town.
But Miami was humid! And I knew I needed to sport something other than sweatpants and a shaggy sweater. So, I pulled out an old pair of jeans, and with my trusty pair of scissors, I turned it into frayed shorts. I then threw a baggy t-shirt over the top half of my body and tied a knot on the back so it looked more fitting.
“Wow, I didn’t expect to see you with so much clothes on,” Dawson teased when I met him at the spot. Honestly, even a minute of standing there began to bring back horrific memories of the day before, but the sun had set, and being so new to the city, luckily not very many people would recognize me.
“I could say the same about you.” I grinned, looking up and down his all-leather look. “Do you own anything else other than leather?”
He winked. “I got a few pairs of boxers. Wanna see?”
I shook my head. “I’m good.”
“Ha! Good, cause I ain’t wearing any.”
“Do you always joke around like that?” I asked him, rolling my eyes at his poor sense of humor.
“Who’s joking? I actually like going commando every once in a while. It’s actually very freeing. You should try it some time.” He raised a brow at me. “You know, what you were doing yesterday, but the… opposite?”
“Very funny. Not!” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is that why you asked me to come out here tonight? So you could humiliate me even more than I’ve already been?” Then I threw my hands up in the air. “God! I knew my family should’ve never moved here. Miami is full of nothing but a shitty bunch of—”
And before I could even register what was happening, Dawson was kissing me. He’d grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and planted his full lips against mine, massaging both my lips and tongue like he was kneading a roll of dough with his mouth.
Kissing strangers weren’t my thing. Never have been. But when someone as hot as Dawson, with lips made of magic, starts kissing you, you’d be a fool to not kiss back. So warm. So inviting. Like we’ve been doing this for years, and this kiss signified the start of the rest of our lives together.
“So, what were you saying?” he asked with a grin when we pulled away. “Miami is full of nothing but a shitty bunch of…?”
“I… I… I don’t remember.”
“That’s what I thought.” Then he leaned in and kissed me again.
CHAPTER THREE
I
’d been dating Dawson for a little short of six months now, and my reputation in school had skyrocketed to superstar levels. I went from being the loser, new girl running around in her underwear to the most popular girl in school, with her hot arm candy by her side. Even Cindy and her gang of plastic dolls started to treat me like I was someone famous! Inviting me to sit with them at lunch and even go shopping with them after school at the mall.
I didn’t know who I was anymore, but I wasn’t sure if I liked who I was becoming. I’d never been one to have so much popularity around me, and my roots of growing up as a small-town girl were beginning to fade.
I liked Dawson. I really did. And there’s a ninety percent chance that I’m not just saying that because he took my virginity.
Yeah, I said it. About a week after our first kiss, I gave in. We weren’t even officially dating yet, and that had only been my second time seeing him. But he said all the right things. Told me the words that every teenage girl wanted to hear.
I love you.
He said it! Not me. Well, not at first.
But then I found myself sitting in his car, his hand sliding up my skirt as he kissed me first on my lips, and then slowly down my neck, and the next thing I knew, he was leaning the passenger seat of the car back and climbing on top of me.
“I want you, Amber,” he whispered into my ear, sliding his hand further and further up until I felt chills course through my body.
I didn’t stop him. In fact, I wasn’t even completely sure what to do in that moment. He was the first boy I’d ever been with, and I had no concept of what “moving too fast” meant. So, I just tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting both his hands and tongue roam around my body—his mouth encircling my breasts, and his bare hips swaying against mine—and when I felt something hard and warm enter inside of me, I gasped.
“It’s okay. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.” Then he kissed me again, thrusting himself faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until a loud sound escaped from his lips, and he collapsed on top of me.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear.
“I love you, too.”
