Sheraised one hand to her chest, laying my palm over her breast. “My heart isbeating so fucking hard,” she said, her voice hushed. I felt the pounding reverberatethrough my arm. A direct line to my own thundering heart.
“Minetoo,” I admitted.
Shegiggled again. “God, why is this so scary? I mean, it’s just … it’s justyou,for fuck’s sake.”
Imoved my palm over the curve of her soft breast and along her neck, back intothe purple nest of hair.
Mysmile was lopsided as I softly shook my head.
“KJ… that’sexactlywhy it’s scary.” She found my gaze and reached up to threadher fingers behind my neck. “Because it’s real, and real is fuckingterrifying.”
Shebroke my heart when she sniffled, as a single tear escaped through her lashes,and she put it back together when she slid one hand between our bodies andpulled her thong aside. Accepting thefear, andembracing it. Inviting me in.
Icupped the back of her head andall ofthat hair ofroyal, glittering gemstones. With my heart beating violently against my chest,I succumbed to the possibility that I might die on impact, that I would end mylife a happy man—the happiest—and I kissed her. I slipped my tongue deftly intoher mouth at the exact moment I pushed forward, wrapping myself in the mostsoul-satisfying heat I’d ever felt before in my life. A sensation so blissful,I was certain this was it, the moment I would die the happiest man alive. But Iwas wrong.
Becausewith her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and her tongue slippingand sliding within my mouth, I found my beginning. A place beyond spokenconfessions of love and a decade-long affection. With every steady thrust, Icollapsed into it. Ireveledin it, shuddering through the release wefound together on the dresser in her old bedroom.
Andthere was absolutely nothing quiet about it.
“Ohmy God.” Her words floated around me, lazy and serene. Her fingers combedthrough the length of my hair, smoothing the strands off my forehead. “God,Devin …”
Ismiled, quickly tucking myself back into my jeans, and all at once realized howbadly I needed to get off my feet. Lightheaded, I teetered on legs turning tojelly.
“Holyfuck, I need to sit down,” I announced as I wrapped my arms around her waistand carried her to the bed.
Isat beside the boxes, long forgotten due to the best, most needed sex of mylife, and she straddled my lap, planting sweet kisses on my lips. I laid downbackward, taking her with me, my torso nearly covering the width of thetwin-sized bed, and I chuckled.
“Maybewe’ll just take this mattress home with us,” I joked, and she giggled, plantinganother kiss at the corner of my mouth.
“Well,itisa virgin bed,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow. “You were thefirst boy to ever be in here.”
“I’mhonored,” I said, truly meaning it. I placed a hand over my heart. “You’re thefirst girl to ever be in here.”
Herflush crept up from the collar of her t-shirt, and she said, “You could’ve hadanybody, Devin.”
Inodded as I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against my chest where she laiddown her head. “Maybe. But I only wanted you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kylie
Life is full of transitions.Someof them come naturally to us, while others are a struggle.
Takemy relationship with Devin, for instance.
Twomonths into our solidified status of being an official couple, and nothing hadfeltmore right. We had slid into being boyfriend andgirlfriend easily, and I suspected it was because not a whole lot had changed.We were still us. We still watched our horror movies every week, ate dinnertogether and spent Wednesday nights at the café with his guitar and ourfriends. But now, we also shared a bed and had sex with each other instead ofother people.
Allin all, it was a vast improvement.
Then,there was the idea of my mother having her own new boyfriend.
Thatdidn’t come as naturally.
Honestly,Iwastrying. I tried to smile when she texted me about him. I tried notto miss my father when she mentioned something nice Richard did for her. These thingsmade me feel like a child and I knew it was wrong, but do we ever really growup when it comes to our parents?
Ididn’t think so as her appointed tone chimed from my phone during dinner onenight, and I sighed around my bite of cobb salad.
“Yougonnasee what she wants?” Dev asked, glancingbetween the phone and me.
