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And vagina.
Vagina? Whoa.
My heart does not get the message. It’s pounding hard.
Don’t think my vagina got the message either, because there is some definite throbbing.
I’m horny for him. I haven’t been horny for anyone—minus that one dream about him—since the party.
Am I ready for this?
I slowly roll over and stare at him, watching his sweet pleasure-filled face as he dreams.Of me. Of us.
My breath grows heavy. No one else is around. The basement door is shut.
I lean forward and kiss his cheek, but he doesn’t stir. Then I glance down at the hard muscle.It’s touching me.I kind of want to touch it.
Oh my god!
I’m reaching for it, when my brain suddenly kicks in.
What are you doing?
Shit. I have no idea. What was I about to do? Okay. I need to stop, take a step back, think this through. And I can’t do that with his boner pressing into me, because I’ll do something dumb. Like have sex with him on this couch. And I know I’m not ready for that yet.
Carefully, I ease myself out of his arms and off the couch. The physical sensations I’m feeling right now areincredible.But I need to be sure of what path I want to take.
I’m going to go home, take a few days, and then talk to him. Because I think I’m finally ready to do this.
I make my way upstairs and head through the kitchen toward the back door.
“Leaving already?”
I jump at the sound of Miles’s voice.
“Oh. Uh. Yep. Just need to go home. And. Uh. Think…”
He cocks an eyebrow. “You okay?”
“Sure,” I chirp, then roll my eyes at myself.
Wow, I am smooth this morning.
He tilts his head. “You need tothinkabout Aaron?”
“Something like that,” I squeak.
He smiles at that. “It’s about time. I’ll see you later. Have fun.”
I stick my middle finger up at him, and he laughs as I walk out the door.
I make a beeline for my house, not slowing down until I get to the deck. Once I get through my window, I collapse on the bed.
This is crazy. I was horny for him. Still am. And he clearly wants me. My heart feels better. I’ll need to take it slow, but I’m ready for us. I’m going to give myself a few days, and make sure I’m clear on exactly where I want to start with him, but…finally.
I’m so ready to finally be with my boy.
Lying back on the bed, I pull my knees up to my chest, squealing, then I let my arms and legs drop against the bed. My heart flips. This time next month, we’re going to be together. We’re going to be us.
