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His thrusts are relentless, building the pleasure higher and higher until it explodes.
I come with a loud cry and then he’s kissing me, muffling the moans with his mouth as I feel the warmth of his release fill me.
He keeps kissing me, even after we’ve both finished. It’s not until his phone begins buzzing that Caleb moves away, pulling out of me and climbing off the bed to zip up his pants.
I stay exactly where I am, sprawled on the mattress half-naked and completely content. I need to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, especially now. But I soak in the sensation a little longer.
After years of feeling like I was letting Caleb down—living three hours away and never visiting, causing problems between him and his parents—I finally feel like I’m enough for him.
Caleb has never made me feel less, and reasonably, I know that it’s not my fault I needed to take care of Gramps or that my parents made certain no one in Landry would associate the name Matthews with anything positive.
But it still feels really good, to have Caleb looking at me like I’m his whole world and feel like maybe that’s exactly what I am.
He’s mine.
“I’ll talk to you later.” One final kiss, and then he’s gone.
I climb out of bed a few minutes later, stretching before I pull my clothes from last night back on. I’m glad I called Cassie for advice. This isn’t the outfit I would have picked out myself.
Walking downstairs is strange. I’ve never been in the baseball house before without Caleb.
Remains of the party are littered everywhere. I toss a few used cups into the trash as I pass through the living room.
My phone buzzes with a text.
Caleb:Left the truck keys on the counter.
I smile as I head into the kitchen. It hadn’t even occurred to me, until just now, that I had no way to get back to my dorm.
The keys are sitting on the counter, just like he said.
It’s still pretty early, but there are some signs of activity when I walk outside. There’s a middle-aged man walking a yellow lab across the street and a girl who looks to be my age jogging ahead on the sidewalk.
This isn’t the first time I’ve driven Caleb’s truck, but it’s the first time I’ve done so somewhere unfamiliar. All the fancy features that are supposed to make it easier to drive just stress me out. I have to turn on the car to adjust the seat electronically, and an alert begins beeping as soon as I back out of the driveway. I clear out the oil change reminder and continue driving toward campus.
The first thing I do when I return to my dorm room is take a shower. I feel more like myself when I’m back in jeans and a T-shirt rather than a short skirt and lacy top.
Eric texts while I’m brushing my hair, letting me know he’s leaving and asking if he should pick me up. I reply, telling him I’ll meet him there.
I’ve only been downtown a couple of times before, but I find the tiny theater that showcases independent films easily. Eric is standing outside with two girls and one guy when I approach.
“Hey, Lennon!” Eric greets me with a wide grin.
“Hey, Eric. Hi, everyone.”
“Guys, this is Lennon,” Eric states. “Lennon, this is Amanda, Abby, and Joe.”
“Nice to meet you all,” I say.
Abby and Joe are holding hands, so I assume they’re a couple. Amanda’s sporting a friendly smile and a short bob.
“Nice to meet you, Lennon. Although Eric hasn’t shut up about you, so I sort of feel like I know you already,” Amanda teases, nudging Eric’s arm. His ears go red.
“Eric has been great,” I say, trying to alleviate his embarrassment. “It’s really nice to have someone to ask all my journalism department questions to.”
“Good job, Eric,” Abby says, grinning.
“The school should pay you for driving around the welcome wagon so well,” Joe adds.
