Page 146 of Promising You
I feel his brief smile on my lips before he kisses me again. My body is on fire with sensations, the tension building under the direction of his hand until it finally releases.
Garret strips the rest of my clothes off, then quickly takes off his. My body is still reeling with sensation as he enters me. His slow, deep thrusts cause another wave of tension to build. His hand slips under me, pulling us closer as his hips move faster until the tension releases yet again with him following shortly after.
He stays there for a moment, his body covering mine, laying soft kisses along my shoulder. “I love you, Jade.”
“I love you, too.”
He shifts onto his back and holds me close against his chest. I feel him kiss my forehead before I drift off to sleep.
We wake up a few hours later. Garret stretches his arms out, then relaxes them around me again. “I’m starving. How about you?”
“I’m pretty hungry, but the dining halls are closed.”
“I wasn’t going to eat there anyway.” He gets up and starts dressing. “You want pizza?”
“I always want pizza.”
He picks my clothes off the floor and tosses them on the bed. “When we get our own place we’ll be able to cook something instead of always getting takeout.”
“I like takeout. I never got it growing up, so to me it’s like a special treat.”
“Did your mom cook much?”
I laugh at the thought of my mom cooking. “If you call making a vodka tonic cooking.”
“So I take it you did all the cooking?”
“If we had stuff, then yeah.” I laugh again as I wiggle into my jeans while lying on the bed. “It’ll be nice when I can stand up to put my pants on again.”
“You didn’t have stuff? You mean like food?”
“What?” I almost forgot what we were talking about. “Oh. Yeah. We didn’t have money. You need money to buy food.”
After our earlier conversation, I’m finding it easier to talk about my past. Telling him the story about the day my mom died was a big deal. Now that it’s out there, I’m not so worried about telling him other stuff.
“What about food stamps?”
I sit up and put my shirt on. “Sometimes they run out before the end of the month.” I smile. “And they don’t call them food stamps anymore. They give you a card to use at the store.”
“Couldn’t you go to a food pantry when you ran out of food?”
“We didn’t have a car so there were no trips to the food pantry.”
“So you just didn’t eat?” Garret stands next to the bed as I button up my shirt.
“I ate the free lunch at school.”
“Are you saying that was the only food you ate all day?”
“If we didn’t have anything at home, then yeah.”
“What about weekends?”
He looks so sad and concerned. I reach for his hand.
“Garret, just forget it.”
“You went all weekend without eating?”
