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“No, it’s not. Believe me, I’m on the fence about going because I finally have you back…the idea of leaving you again is almost too much to handle.”
“I can’t be the reason you don’t go, Wyatt. We both know that. We have enough baggage; we can’t add to it. If you get in, you have to go.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“I do,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek. “We’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out. And who knows? Maybe I can convince my parents to buy me a plane ticket so I can visit. My mom always loved you.”
“Do they know we’re back together?” he asked.
“No. Is that bad? I just—I haven’t really talked to them since spring break. They’re both so busy, and neither one of them really likes talking on the pho—”
“Till, it’s okay,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “What about Ronnie?”
I clenched my teeth. “I’ll tell them, I swear. It’s just that you and I have been spending so much time together, that if I’m not with you, I’m at class or at the video store. The whole week went by so quickly.”
“It did,” he conceded, but I could see he was disappointed. Like he thought he wasn’t important enough for me to share with the people in my life.
The thing was, he was too important for me to share. I was so afraid that if I did, I would wake up from all of this and realize it was only a dream. That Wyatt had never walked into Spotlight Video and back into my life. Everything felt too good to be true.
“Ronnie and I are having donuts tomorrow morning. I swear I’ll tell her then.”
“Donuts?”
“Yeah, we’re going to get donuts and talk on the phone. Like what we did in high school.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he said. “I remember.”
“So, um, you’ll have to entertain yourself while I talk to her,” I said, wrinkling my nose. Wyatt chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.
“No big deal. I have to do laundry tomorrow and catch up on my semester project.” He kissed my chin. “But… I don’t want to be your dirty little secret.”
“You’re not, I swear.”
“All right,” he said, looking slightly appeased but still a little out of sorts.
“You can be my dirty little un-secret,” I said, sliding my hand down to grip him through his jeans. He sucked in a deep breath as he stared at me, trying not to smile.
“What exactly is an un-secret?” he asked, biting down on his lower lip as his hand traveled to my back, underneath my shirt. His fingers stroked my skin so lightly it almost tickled.
“Whatever you want it to be,” I said, leaning close, brushing my lips against his.
“God, Tilly, you drive me crazy,” he said, rolling me to my back and crushing my lips with his own; his hand traveled from my back to my belly and finally up to my breasts. His fingers danced against the lace of my bra as his tongue caressed mine again and again. Desire leapt from my heart, and my knees went weak beneath him.
“Wyatt,” I murmured as he showered kisses around my lips and along my jawline. I curled into the curve of his body, wrapping my legs around his waist just as he popped the clasp of my bra. He gently moved it to the side and lifted my shirt, his lips touching my nipple with a possessiveness I hadn’t felt before. Running my fingers through his hair, I gasped at the electricity of his touch.
“Oh, my God, Wyatt.”
His hand seared a path down my abdomen and onto my thigh as he took the other nipple into his mouth. My heartbeat throbbed against him as he licked, sucked, and kissed my hot skin. His hands continued to roam underneath my skirt, gently tickling me through my panties.
“I want you so badly,” he said, returning to kiss my neck, his fingers still stroking me through the soft cotton fabric of my panties.
“Me, too,” I said, feeling impatient as desire filled my entire body. “Top drawer.”
Leaning over me, Wyatt grabbed a condom, tearing the wrapper off with reckless abandon. He handed it to me and rolled to his back. Unzipping his jeans, I pulled them from his muscular thighs and tossed them to the floor. I had to smile when I saw his boxer shorts.
“Twister?” I said with a laugh. His boxers were white with red, yellow, green, and blue circles, just like the party game we used to play at birthday parties.
“Right hand red,” he said with a playful smirk.
