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“I told you we’d be late. Everyone is already inside.” Mother picks lint from my lapel and pats me there in a reassuring gesture. To reassure me of what?
She starts toward the house and, as an afterthought, she says over her shoulder, “Gina will be there.”
I stop dead in my tracks. So, a high school classmate after all. One I haven’t seen in almost two decades. Great.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Mother stops and whips around, beckoning me with her eyes. “What? It’s her father’s funeral, of course she’s here.”
I want to drop the box and leave. This meddling has to end. Me playing the role of my mother’s plus one for dreadful community events has to end.
And then the door opens and my heart stops for a moment. She’s changed. Her hair is in a sleek bob, hanging just below her ears. She’s wearing thick-rimmed glasses and a navy-blue dress that hugs all her curves.
Those curveshaven’tchanged. They matured like the best wine in the cellar, improving the vintage, making my mouth dry and my cock twitch in my pants. Fuck, she is beautiful.
But none of it matters, I remind myself, as I finally regain the ability to walk. None of it matters because I'm not interested in a relationship.
Been there, done that.
ChapterTwo
Massi
17 years ago
The best orgasm I’d ever had. Mind you, I’d only been with this one woman. The most beautiful girl in the world.
I didn’t understand how it could have been better every time.
I didn’t understand why my friends enjoyed playing around.
I didn’t understand the need.
Being with the girl who was currently beaming at me by my side was too good to even test the waters elsewhere.
The afternoon sun played in her dark hair, splayed across the pink pillow. We were so close my skin was practically glued to hers. I wasn’t complaining about the twin bed, the girly covers or the threat of her parents catching us. But I’d give anything to have her all to myself.
Not to sneak around. Not to steal these wonderful moments when she let me claim her. When she was mine. When she broke through her shyness and allowed me to see her, be with her, share with her these amazing memories.
I loved her.
The first day I’d seen her I knew she was special. I didn’t know how yet, but I’d known I had to discover more. Discover her. Sitting under the large chestnut, she had her nose buried in a book while her friends chirped away and giggled.
I couldn’t turn away, and when she looked up my chest constricted in the most wonderful and painful way. I had never had issues asking girls out, but it took me three weeks of staring before I’d finally found the courage. And why this quiet, beautiful, smart girl had agreed I would never understand.
I was a nineteen-year-old lovesick puppy, and there was nothing better in the world than this feeling.
“Why are you staring?” She narrowed her dark blue eyes, the long lashes veiling them.
“I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in the world, Blue.” I kissed her, planning on a gentle peck, but that escalated quickly. I devoured her lips with a passion that burned me inside out and my cock saluted again.
How was she so perfect?
How was I so lucky?
A squeak on the stairs broke us apart.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Massi, it’s my mom.” Blue dove for her T-shirt on the floor and kicked me off her bed. I landed with a thud and our eyes met for a second. The fear in her gaze hit me right in my stomach.
