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“Why don’t you ever wear the earrings I gave you?” The hurt is still there in his voice, stronger now and I shrug, feeling bad.
“They’re so beautiful. I’m afraid I’ll lose them.” It’s not just that. The earrings are expensive, so obviously not fake. My father will see them and question me. Anyone would ask about them, they’re that stunning. Vivian. Matthews. Any of my teachers. Maybe even Edie. And I wouldn’t know how to answer them. Wouldn’t know what to say.
I keep the earrings in the box they came in, stashed in my sock drawer, and I pull the box out almost every day, staring at them, remembering how he gave them to me. How pleased he was when I put them on. They’re beautiful.
Too beautiful.
“You won’t lose them,” he starts but I cut him off, not wanting to have this conversation anymore.
“Kiss me,” I demand, trying to get his mind off the stuff that doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters right now is me and him. In this room together.
Completely alone.
He does as I ask without hesitation, the kiss this time gentle. Almost sweet. Our lips meet and break apart over and over, leaving me needy. My knees wobbly. I finally let go of the chair and run my hands up his chest, savoring the hard, hot wall of his chest, burning my palms through the fabric of his shirt. When his tongue finally curls around mine, I whimper, returning the kiss, my body aching for more.
I want to feel his hands all over me. In all of those secret places only he’s touched. I grab fistfuls of his shirt, tugging on the fabric as he devours my mouth and his hands slide lower, gripping my butt. Gathering my skirt, lifting it and diving beneath, his hands now on my flesh.
“This skirt drives me fucking insane,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of my panties, brushing against my sensitive flesh. “Watching you walk all over campus in it. Knowing what it’s hiding.”
A throb starts lower in my belly. My panties are wet. Just by his words alone. His barely- there touch.
“Did you think about this all day?” His mouth shifts to my throat, his lips hot, his tongue wet as he licks me there. “Imagine me doing this to you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, his words reminding me of my earlier thoughts. Of us acting so normal when we share something so…intimate.
He cups the neediest part of me between my thighs, his fingers pressing, making me shiver. “Are you going to give this to me, Daze?”
I nod, my breath hitching in my throat. “Y-yes.”
“I want it.” He kisses my neck. Bites it, the sting of his teeth making me cry out. “I want you to be mine.”
“I am yours,” I say without hesitation.
He lifts away from my neck and I crack my eyes open to find him watching me, his searing gaze roaming all over my face, a pleased smile curling his lips. “I’m taking another one of your firsts.”
“I want you to be my first,” I tell him, my eyes falling closed when he pushes my hair away from my face, his fingers threading through the strands. My breaths are coming fast, everything inside me throbbing, and when he leans in, his mouth brushing against mine, I kiss him hard, needing more.
Needing everything he can give me.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His compliment, the rough tone of his voice, makes my bones turn to liquid. “I could look at you all night.”
I don’t want him to look at me all night. I need him to touch me.
His mouth is still on mine, barely moving, almost as if he’s breathing me in. I’m trembling and he seems so in control. So perfectly composed. And when he grabs my hand, placing it on the front of his trousers, I curl my fingers around the hot, hard length of him, pleasure rippling through me at the physical proof that he wants me. “Feel that?”
I nod, squeezing harder, making him groan.
“It’s all for you.”
I part my lips, ready to speak, but I forget what I wanted to say when Arch kisses me, his hands moving to slide up and down my butt, making me shiver. We stand and kiss like this for what feels like forever, his hands never moving from my backside, my hands eventually going to the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one with shaky fingers. I touch his bare chest, streaking my fingers along his hot skin, smiling when his muscles constrict beneath my fingertips. I love that my touch affects him.
I love so much about him.
I’m in love with him.
Anyone would probably say I’m in love with Arch only because he’s the first boy to actually pay attention to me and maybe they’re right. Maybe he finds me a novelty, a mystery. The girl no one knows except for him.
