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We look from each other to Logan, I guess we never thought this was something he ever felt.
"I mean, I see you guys, that you all get each other, that you want to be around each other all the fucking time, and you're there you know, through all of it. I finish my days and I got no one to go to, nobody gives a shit if I have a bad day or not. I just…” He sighs out a heavy breath and looks to the sky, hand rubbing through his hair.
"I dunno, I mean I know I sleep around and I'm an asshole but it's not like I haven't been looking. I just haven't found anyone that makes me feel anything. Not like the way you all feel about each other. I guess I’m just wasted…“ he trails off.
No one says anything. What do you say to that?
***
“Come for a walk with me?” Jake asks, his hand held out.
So I do.
We end up sitting on a dock I didn’t know existed.
“Your friends are great, Jake.”
“Yeah, they’re good people, they like you.”
I smile to myself, because I do too. Like them, I mean.
We’re sitting cross legged facing each other, the moon the only source of light.
His hands reach out to take both of mine, his fingers playing with the rings on my right hand. He lifts it to his mouth and kisses my ring finger, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him.
“So that was crazy, right? What Logan said,” he asks.
“Yeah, I mean, I guess so. But not everyone finds someone they want to be with this young. Even for a little bit, you know?”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “It sucks for him. Not having someone, I mean.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
A comfortable silence falls over us for a few minutes, both of us looking elsewhere.
Then he laughs a little, “You know my parents still make out like teenagers sometimes, I’ve seen it.”
“Really?” I ask. “That’s so fricken cute.”
“You mean gross?”
We’re looking at each other now.
“No, Jake,” I say quietly, shaking my head, “I mean cute. Could you imagine finding someone you can’t keep your hands off?”
He laughs once, “Yeah, Kayla. I can actually.” He’s looking straight at me.
“And then like, 20 years from now, you still feel the same way. Could you imagine how good that would be?” I ask.
He’s still staring at me, concentrating on my words, “Yeah, Kayla. I can imagine exactly what it would be like.”
His gaze is so intense.
Like looking into the sun.
I have to look away.
He stands up abruptly and pulls me up with him. We walk and end up sitting on the edge of the dock, our feet in the water, him sitting behind me, me between his legs, looking out into the water.
“It’s nice out here.” I say.
“Mmhmm,” he murmurs.
His arms are around my waist, hands folded together on my lap. His chin on my shoulder.
I feel his nose move to behind my ear and I hear him inhale deeply.
“Did you just sniff me?” I ask, giggling a little.
“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’, “You just smell so goddamn good, Kayla.”
His hand moves my hair to one side and his nose rubs the back of my neck a few times.
Then his nose is replaced by his mouth and I shiver under his touch. Goosebumps breaking out on my skin and not from the cold.
He’s kissing me softly and slowly, and his mouth goes lower down my back, my skin bare from my tank top. He kisses down a line in the middle of my back until my tank covers me and then he begins to move upwards again.
I don’t say anything. It takes everything I have to try to keep my breath even and avoid moaning out in pleasure.
His mouth finds my shoulder and he opens his mouth, his tongue coming out licking, then he sucks the skin there.
It’s so erotic. I’m rubbing my legs together trying lessen the tension that’s building. His hard as a rock behind me, I can feel it through his shorts, rubbing against my ass.
His hands move to my thighs and his palms are flattened on the inside of them as he slowly pushes my legs further apart, my short denim skirt shifting higher with the movement.
My head tilts back at the thought of what he’s going to do and I can feel the wetness soaking through my panties. I want him so badly to touch me, any part of me. His left hand roams higher on my stomach until it’s just under my breast, his right hand moving higher on my thigh, my body shakes with anticipation.
His left hand moves higher until it’s softly cupping my breast, and I groan with the feel of it. His right hand moves so his fingers are grazing the outside of my panties. Right there.
He strokes me a couple of times, through the material, before he stops and breathes out heavily.
“Fuck,” he mutters, more to himself than me. “You’re soaked, Kayla.”
“What do you expect?” I breath out. “You’re touching me.”
He groans softly then moves my panties to the side and slips one finger in.
My mouth instantly goes dry and I begin panting, my chest heaving with my heavy breaths.
“Shit,” he growls, then removes his hands from me. I whimper at the loss.
“Kayla,” he says, his voice hoarse, his hands on either side of him now.
It takes me a while to find my voice and calm down. “Mmm?” I finally get out. I turn my head to look at him. His face right there, within an inch of mine, our lips almost touching.
