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I take my hand back so I can get a better hold on the burrito, and he does the same thing. And for some reason in this moment, I truly feel that he and I are meant to be.
I pound my burrito, crumpling up the foil in my hand. “Yes! I can finally say my stomach satisfied.” I lean my head into his shoulder as he takes a bite of his second burrito. “Everyone, meet my boyfriend, Elijah.”
They all fawn and gasp in response as Elijah kisses me, his mouth full. I wipe my face and give him a playful punch. I stand up to put my food away, only to run into Derek at the trash. He puts his body between me and the can, forcing me to confront him.
“What?” I bite, balling the foil in my fist.
“So, you and Elijah, huh?” he scoffs. I roll my eyes and reach around him to throw my trash away. His hand is on my arm before I realize what’s happening. His grip is bruising, making me gasp from the sudden sharpness.
“Get off me!” I yell and pull my arm back. Elijah is at my side within seconds, putting himself between me and Derek. He rests his hand on my abdomen, holding me back from him.
“Sit down, Taylor,” he says, looking over his shoulder. I take a step back but don’t distance myself from him, feeling myself go into protection mode.
“What? Gonna hit me again?” Derek jabs. “Gonna throw me through a window?”
Elijah presses his hand onto his chest and shoves him back against the garbage can.
“I’ll do so much fucking worse,” he says under his breath, just loud enough for me to catch. I can see the fear well up in Derek’s eyes as he ducks and runs.
I rush up to Elijah and grab his arm. His chest is heaving like he just went for a run. “It’s okay,” I urge, rubbing his arm. “It’s okay.”
He leans down to me. “If he touches you again, I’ll fucking kill him.”
Levi comes up to us. Elijah tells him what’s going on and to make sure to keep an eye out for Derek around campus.
“I’m so sorry, Taylor,” Levi says. “You can always report him. We’ll all support you if you do.”
“Thanks, Levi, really,” I say. “It’s just so complicated right now. Keeping a distance from him I think is what’s best.”
“Oh, okay,” he says, awkwardly patting my shoulder before returning to his curious girlfriends eating at the table. If he wasn’t Elijah’s best friend, I’d make him myownbest friend. He’s the perfect amount of supportive and goofy that offers a certain ease to a relationship. And God knows I need that when it comes to Elijah.
Elijah is still everything I want him to be and more, but his moody side leaks out from time to time. I’m undecided if it’s sexy or downright irritating at times.
He takes my hand and walks me to the Jeep. We have a three-hour break between now and when he has to leave for his game. Luckily, I never have to leave his side, just while he’s on the actual rink. But even then, I know a part of me still lingers on that ice.
By the time we pull into the garage at home, we’re already all over each other. He insists on putting me back in the car, but I tell him my soft bed would be so much nicer. He groans as he chases after me, slapping my ass as I run up the stairs, flinging off my top as I do.
He’s shirtless by the time he closes my bedroom door, locking it. I yelp as he grabs me by the waist and swings me onto the bed. He towers over me, his muscles bulging. I sit up and lick his abdomen, unable to resist his smooth, tattooed skin. As I do, he unclips my bra and throws it to the floor.
“I’ll never get over the sight of you,” he says, pushing me back down onto the bed, pulling off my pants. I wait, naked and exposed to him in the faded light of the room. He eyes me up and down before slowly shimmying his pants down to his feet. I bite my lip, ready for him to meet my entrance.
He glides down into me, spreading my legs apart with his hands as he does. He stands at the edge of the bed, pulling me until my pelvis slaps against his in a wet thud. My back arches on the bed and my hair trickles down over my tits, leaving the nipple half covered as he pulls out and glides back into me again. A loud moan escapes me as he pulls me in even closer until our bodies merge into one.
“Louder, baby,” he groans, moving inside of me. I thrust my hips, sucking him even deeper and he lets out a gentle growl. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, I can never get enough of his skin, of his body against and inside mine. Even if he got me pregnant, I don’t think it would matter, as long as I can have him forever, constantly, on repeat.
As I contemplate my future with him, I can tell he’s close to coming. His body grows tense, especially his ass. He clenches tight, slowing down as he does, before he releases his load into me. His face contours into a beautiful display of cosmic release.
“You’re draining me, baby,” he says, exasperated as he pulls out and cleans up. I throw on my dress and meet him in the bathroom.
“I love you, Taylor,” he says, turning around as I sit down to pee. How have I already gotten so comfortable with him? Maybe I should be embarrassed or flattered that he still feels this way as I sit half naked on the toilet.
“I love you, too,” I laugh, feeling the blush rush up to my cheeks.
We hang out for a couple hours, talking about our futures and how our first days went. I leave out the part where Derek sits across from me in class. It’s the last thing I want him to think about. We make a quick and early dinner before heading back out to campus for his game. I make my way to the student seating, making sure to sit across from where we first had sex.
I play on my phone and enjoy the company of Olive and Stephanie before the game starts. When the buzzer goes, I notice that Elijah is back in the first line. I stand up, completely shocked. He looks at me, giving me a sly wink and thumbs up before redirecting his attention to the ref.
“He’s back on first!” I squeal, turning to Olive. “He’s back on first!” I say again to Stephanie.
