She shoulders me and continues, “Three: I love waking up beside you and making memories like this with you.”
Kenna continues to shuffle through the photos, reading off things I love about her on the back of each one. “Seventeen: I love that when I look into your beautiful eyes, I feel at home.” Shuffling to the next one she reads, “Eighteen: I love your passion and drive. You can do anything you set your mind to because of your determination.”
As she gets to the last photo, a throwback to after one of my high school hockey games when she came to watch Carson, she reads, “Nineteen: I love that we’re each other’s biggest cheerleaders. I can’t wait to be by your side as our dreams continue to come true.”
As she finishes reading, she looks up at me, eyes full of unshed tears. “You’re seriously the best, baby.” She’s looking at me with such awe that it makes me want to give her little surprises every day for the rest of our lives.
I’m hopelessly in love with her.
It’s not like I was surprised at this revelation. I’ve been hooked on McKenna Wilder since we were kids. But seeing her face light up when she sees me, getting to see her first thing in the morning, convincing her to kiss me with morning breath, watching her come undone beneath me, getting to hear her hopes and dreams, and picturing myself beside her, cheering her on, all of it has made me realize I’m absolutely gone for this girl.
I’d do anything to make her happy, to keep this look of bliss and contentment on her face.
I think I may have always loved her. I just didn’t know what to call it then.
“McKenna,” I start but have to clear my throat. “I not only love all of those things about you, but I loveyou. So fucking much it hurts. It’s always been you, Sunshine.”
The unshed tears she was holding back fall down her cheeks, and I quickly move to wipe them away with the pad of my thumbs.
“I love you too, Griffin. God, do I love you. You’ve quickly become my best friend. I used to think my crush on you was one-sided. But after seeing all of this”—she points to the balloons and pictures now splayed across her desk—“I believe it’s always been us.”
I wrap her up in my arms, breathing her deep in my lungs. “I’m going to wait to break it to Katie that she’s no longer your best friend.”
Kenna’s answering laughs help stop her tears, and when she tries to playfully swat my chest, I grab her hand and place quick kisses along each of her fingers before trailing them up her wrist, elbow, arm, collarbone, neck, and cheek before finally claiming her mouth in a deep kiss.
It doesn’t take long for the kiss to deepen. I back Kenna up to her bed, stopping when I realize her gifts still litter it.
Breaking the kiss, I grab the gifts and set them on her desk. “Do you mind if we wait to open your presents?” I ask Kenna, giving her a devilish smirk.
“How do you know Katie won’t be barging in here soon?” Kenna questions.
“Well, for starters, she doesn’t have her key. Then there’s the fact that I asked her not to come back here until after I give her an ‘all clear’ text.”
With that settled, Kenna helps me move the presents to the desk. Once she sets down the last one, I turn her around and begin stripping her out of her T-shirt and sweats.
My cock strains painfully behind my zipper at the sight of Kenna completely naked.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs, Sunshine,” I command. “I have one present I think you should open now.”
Kenna readily complies, and I don’t try to hide my groan of approval. I grab a small wrapped present off her desk and hand it to her.
Quickly tossing my shirt in the corner, I push my pants and boxers off in one go. I kneel on her bed and nudge my shoulders between her thighs.
“Fuck, Kenna. Your pussy is glistening for me.” Leaning down, I give her clit a long, languid stroke. She answers by grinding down on my face.
She’s fumbling to open the present, but I can tell the moment she realizes what it is.
“Griff, what is this?”
“It’s a g-spot vibrator. I thought after the other night you might like to use this one when I’m in Boston and we FaceTime each other. Or just, you know, whenever you’re missing me." I give her a wink before grabbing the vibrator from her hands.
“I charged and cleaned it before I wrapped it,” I tell her, running the silicone through her slit, getting it nice and wet for her.
“Ready, Sunshine?”
Kenna bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head.
I turn it on, clicking through some of the different vibrating modes until I find one I think she’ll like.
