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“What’s wrong?” she asks, propping herself up on a bent elbow.
“What’s wrong?” I roll onto my back, finding the clouds are tinged in red. “You just told me you had a boyfriend.”
“In eighth grade.”
“Exactly. Less than five years ago,” I snap. “I don’t like it, no matter when it was.”
“You’re being silly. He moved to Michigan. We aren’t even Facebook friends!”
“I sure as hell hope not!” I sniff. “What’s Facebook?”
“Honestly, nothing. Something civilization could do without.”
My gut is churning with acid. The panorama of nature in front of me looks distorted and one dimensional. Someone has tightened up my ribs. “Did you kiss him?”
She looks relieved. “Nope. Just some innocent hand-holding. A few hugs.”
“You hugged—” I sit up abruptly, jumpy, worried I’m going to throw up my tacos. The image of my girl in someone else’s arms is like being hit over the head with a metal mallet. I bet the motherfucker still thinks about her as the one who got away. “I guess I’m going to Michigan to kill him. Which way to the train?”
“I hope you’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
I start to stand up, but Shiloh pounces on top of me with a look of baffled amusement. I allow her to pin me down, even though I feel like my heart is going to tear itself clean out of my chest. I don’t think I could ever stop her from touching me. Or deprive myself of the privilege. Her body on top of mine is like being completed. Melding with the other half of my soul. Everything inside of me is captured when her thighs straddle my hips, her hands taking hold of my wrists and anchoring them over my head. Her hair is in a gorgeous tangle from the wind, her cheeks a little red from the sun. Beautiful. And damn, from here, I can see clear down the front of her dress to those bouncy little titties and I’m already starting to stiffen in these new jeans.
“You’re being ridiculous,” she says, rubbing her nose against mine.
“Shiloh, I am going to be a jealous maniac over you until the day I die,” I inform her. “Watch me.”
“You don’t have to be. I’ll never want anyone else.” She raises a haughty eyebrow. “Besides, I have the right to be a lot more jealous than you.”
“What? Because I bedded a few…” I stop in time to correct myself. “Ladies of the night.”
“Yup. And nice save.”
“Thank you. I’ve really grown since I met you.” Smiling against each other’s mouths, I grind my hips upward. Slowly. Feeling her breath skitter out across my lips. “Hear me right now, Shiloh, I will stab myself in the heart before I touch anyone but you ever again. I only want this mouth.” I lean up and lick the seam of her lips. “I only want this body. This heart. This soul. I’d wither away without your touch and taste, sugar. Jealousy is a waste of time when my eyes will only ever see you.”
“Likewise,” she whispers, gently pressing my lips apart and giving me her tongue, wrestling it slowly with mine, her tight pussy started to get restless on top of my fly after only a minute or so of kissing. God, yes. We start to get into it and I’m aching to pry my wrists free from where she has them pinned above my head, but I’m going to let her keep me like this a while longer, because I sense how much she’s enjoying the chance to explore without me taking over right away. Just when I’m starting to breathe hard and formulating my request for her to unzip my fly, she stops kissing me, pressing her forehead against mine and looking me square in the eye. “Blaste?”
“Yes, sugar?”
“I…want to go back to the past with you.”
My heart shoots up to my jugular, hammering incessantly. We’ve been avoiding getting too deep into this discussion while getting to know each other, enjoying being together, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this. How to approach asking Shiloh what she wants, worried it won’t align with what I want. Worried it’ll shatter this perfect peace between us. “You do?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her thumbs pressing into my palms, expression serious despite her flushed cheeks. “I’ve never been happy here. I wander around feeling lost. I think part of me always knew you were out there.”
“Ah, Shiloh.” Happiness spreads like warm honey in my chest. “I was lost, too. Didn’t even know it until I saw you, but God, I don’t know how I was living before this.”
She nods, her eyes shining. Hesitates. “I’ve been thinking…”
“You’re making me nervous,” I say when she doesn’t continue right away.
“I’ve just been trying to think of ways to accomplish going back to nineteen forty-nine and I think…you’ll have to go back without me and—”
