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The guys and I were six years apart. At no time would dating one of them have been appropriate, but I was all grown-up now.
His eyes didn’t linger. He gathered the dress in his hand and put it over my head. He took my hands and pulled them through the sleeves like he was dressing a toddler.
The dress fell around me. I stared up at him. He tilted his head and smirked. Was he thinking the same thing I was thinking?
The last time we stood in this spot together. Alone, him and me. It was my seventeenth birthday.
I’d escaped to my room to take a break from my party. My own friends exhausted me. Especially when the guys showed up and took over. I didn’t mind. I loved being around them, it took the focus off me. No one missed me, but Ricky. He came looking for me. At twenty-two, he and my brother recently graduated from college and while we all knew since he joined JRROTC in middle school he would eventually join up, it came as a shock.
“What’s wrong, Little Tree?” He stood in front of me. “Party too loud for you?”
“I can party with the best of ‘em.” I giggled. “I learned from the best.”
He smiled. He had the most beautiful smile. Great teeth and a curve to his lip I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
“We taught you too much.” He pushed a stray hair way from my face. “You’ve seen a lot for a little girl.”
“I’m not little anymore.” I stood up as straight as I could. The top of my head barely reached his chin. “Seventeen years old. All grown-up.”
I was rail thin and with no hips and butt whatsoever, but my boobs made an early appearance in my life. Tonight, I wore a yellow dress with a V-neck collar that showed off my cleavage.
“Not quite grown.” He ran his hand down my arm and took my hand. “You’re getting there.”
The contact made my nipples bead and they poked through the dress. I had the urge to cover up, but I didn’t. I didn’t know what to do with my other hand. He ran his thumb over my palm, and I shivered.
I knew the guys thought of me as a little girl, but they had all starred in my fantasies, ever since I knew what fantasies were. Ricky played a role recently.
“So, when do you leave?” I asked.
“A couple of days,” he whispered.
“And when will you be back?”
“I don’t know.” He dipped his head. His hair fell into his face. I pushed it back and his head went with it.
“They are going to cut all of this off again, you know.” I tousled his hair. He grabbed my hands and held them both. “Is it worth it?”
“You like my hair short.” He stepped forward and I stepped back.
“I like it long better.” My voice was all breathy. The oxygen had disappeared from the room. What was happening?
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He stepped forward again. I held my ground and tilted my head back.
“What are you doing?” I bit my lip, not wanting to break the mood. I knew what I wanted him to do, but then again, maybe not. If he did it, I would fall further in love with him. I wasn’t sure I could handle it and not ever see him again.
“What do you want me to do?” He dropped my hands and I gripped on to the sides of his shirt. He ran his thumb down my cheek.
“It depends.”
“Depends on what?” His breath scurried across my nose when he spoke. He smelled like beer and my mom’s spaghetti.
“On if you’re ever coming back.” I paused. “For me.”
He grabbed my face and leaned me back. Warring with himself. Should he, shouldn’t he? The conflict was in his eyes. They were dark and intense one minute and soft and soulful the next. He wanted me but didn’t know if he could deliver on what I asked.
“I’ll come back.” He paused. “For you.”
“Then kiss me.”
