My brows furrow as I gaze at the scar on his stomach. How many times did something like that happen and I didn’t know it?
Why did he never tell me what was going on?
Last night, we made our way back to our room. I was dripping wet from the hot tub, my dress clinging to my skin, but as soon as the hotel door closed behind us, I turned around and begged him to tell me everything.
And it broke my heart.
What happened the night he left was so different from what I had imagined. I woke up drunk and confused, my last memory of us on the Ferris wheel, and I turned to see my bed empty.
It was very strange since Chris usually slept in my room, especially if it was late. So I called him. And called him. And called him again.
But there was no answer.
I started to panic, my mind racing with worry over where he could be and what might have happened. It wasn’t until I hurried to his house and I saw his mom standing at the door instead of Chris, that I knew something was wrong.
I’d never really met his mom before. She was really pretty. Looked just like Chris. Brown hair, brown eyes, and the same gentle smile as she told me that Chris had left.
At first, I thought she meant he had just gone out quickly, maybe to pick something up, and would be back at my place later that day. So, I waited in my driveway, sitting on the cold ground, feeling the chill seep into me as I waited for him to return.
But he never did.
Two weeks later, I received a call from an unknown number and answered it, hearing his voice again as he told me he was in London.
My heart aches as I look down at him sleeping with a faint smile on his face.
Last night was so special. It was our first time.
His first time.
I can’t stop thinking about it. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since he told me.
He waited for me. He didn’t want anyone else but me.
And I’ve slept with...I don’t even know how many people.
The thought twists my stomach as I glance at him. I never thought there was a chance for us, or that he wanted me the way I wanted him. But it turns out he’s wanted me longer than I could have imagined.
Lifting my head off my hands, I lean over his body and press a kiss to his chest. I’ve loved Chris for what feels like my entire life. Whether as best friends or something more, he’s always been important to me.
I press another kiss right over his heart, unable to find any other way to express my feelings for him. I love his heart. I love his smile. I love how kind, patient, and understanding he is. Even when he was going through much worse than I was without any support, he still comforted me when I needed him.
I hear a grunt as he blinks awake, looking down at me as I kiss all over his chest.
I glance up at him, continuing to kiss down his body until I reach the curls at the base of his pelvis. Pausing, I lift my head. “Is this okay?” I ask him.
A shaky breath escapes his lips. “Holy shit. Fuck yes.”
I grin as my hand reaches down, gripping his hardening cock in my hand and swipe my tongue over the tip. “Yeah?”
“Mmmm,” he nods. “God.”
I suck his tip into my mouth, circling my tongue around him. “No one’s ever done this to you?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I suck him deeper, and the moan that comes out of him makes me clench around nothing. I love the noises he makes.
So desperate.
So needy.
So fucking hot.
