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“I’d rather play with just you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I wrap one of her curls around one finger and tug. “Well, the truth is…I really want to fuck you right now.”
Cassia’s hazel eyes widen with surprise, then another emotion I recognize. Lust. “You asking me to go upstairs with you, Holden Adams?”
“Not asking. Just stating a fact.”
Going upstairs at a party together comes with a label. Even though we’ve been officially dating for months, people will notice. Care. Talk. It doesn’t bother me, but I don’t want Cassia to be uncomfortable.
She grabs my hand and pulls me toward the stairs, in full sight of everyone. The kitchen is crowded and so is the living room. But people make way for us, most of them watching with wide eyes. I guess we’re still some sort of novelty.
Once we’re upstairs, I pull her into the first bedroom.
Everything I thought I’d hate about commitment is absent when I’m with her.
I love how familiar I am with her body. Love how there’s no hesitation when she tugs down my shorts and grips me, familiar and eager.
We’ve done this many times before. But somehow, it never loses its novelty.
I’m especially impatient tonight. Aunt Catherine was visiting this week for graduation, meaning it’s been days since I’ve been inside of Cassia.
“Lie down,” I whisper.
She falls back on the bed, watching as I tug her jeans down and parting her thighs to accommodate me between them. I pull her thong down and thrust inside of her.
Cassia moans, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. I lean over, resting my weight on my forearms.
I kiss her, slow and searching. Her nails dig into my back, and I start moving faster. We both come quickly, within minutes. I don’t move away, though. I soak in this moment, and it feels like she’s doing the same.
“We’ll be able to do this for four years at Richmond,” she whispers, running a hand across my shoulder. “No parents or siblings.”
As busy as my house has been lately, it’s nothing in comparison to hers. I’ve never even managed to kiss her without one of her siblings bursting into the room or one of her parents calling from downstairs.
I kiss her again. “Forget college, Cassia. I fully intend to do this for the rest of my life.”
Something sparks in her eyes. Hope, I think it looks like. I know I’ve given her a lot of reasons to distrust my intentions. But I can’t imagine my life without her in it anymore. All my intentions of ever walking away from her left me a while ago. I’ll do whatever I can to make up for it.
“Do you promise?” She whispers.
“Yeah, flower. I promise.”
TUESDAY NIGHT TRUTHS
CHAPTER ONE
CASSIA
Humidity hangs in the August air like heavy curtains, hot and suffocating. Coating my bare skin and curling my long hair. Making each breath labored, even though I’ve barely exerted myself.
And the stupid ball won’t go in.
It hits the rim for the third time in as many tries. Teeters. Then falls toward me instead of through the net.
I let out a frustrated huff, my irritation having hardly anything to do with my abysmal scoring percentage. It’s just an easier annoyance to focus on.
I retrieve the ball and dribble back to the top of the crease, the rubber surface of the basketball damp and sticky. The tiny circles rub against my fingertips with each bounce, the texture adding some force to each slam.
Pound. Pound. Pound.
