“Cal,” I moaned, and he seemed to halt for a minute, holding his breath as he gasped, grunting as he shuddered between my thighs.
I laid still, watching him hazily as he chuckled in my ear.
“Are you okay? I’ll take it out now, slowly.”
I gazed at him as he moved from within me, leaving me feeling hollow.
How had I ever felt complete before?
He stood up, handing me some tissues as he smiled.
“You’re all wet.”
I cringed, pushing the tissue between my thighs as I felt the intense wetness. I panicked when I saw blood on the tissue, but he soothed me.
“It’s normal to bleed when it’s your first time. Don’t panic,” he whispered, walking over to me as he helped slide my underwear back up, rubbing his hands on my thighs as he gazed at me. “Are you alright? How was it?”
I sat up, pushing my hair out of my eyes as I stared at him. “Are you for real right now? That was...mind blowing. How many girls have you been with?’ I demanded as his eyes widened.
“It’s irrelevant,” he said dismissively as I frowned.
“Why is it?” I asked, as he held my gaze.
“Because now none exist. It’s only you. I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be my forever.”
Chapter Seventeen
GRETCHEN
I felt like everyone could see there was something different about me.
Did I look different? I felt different.
I’m so glad I didn’t do it with anyone else.
Cal was perfect, ineveryway.
He took his time, continually asking me if I was okay throughout. I’d never felt yearning like it before; I almost got annoyed with how slow he was making us go. But then he took it to a different level entirely, and I felt as though those last moments were out of this world.
If I thought I wanted him before, it was nothing compared to the way I felt for him now.
I leaned on my side and smiled at him, unable to deal with how delicious he was.
His perfectly sculpted body, all the way down to the V that sat above his boxers, which sent a jolt down to my core, reminding me of what we had done.
“I don’t suppose we could do more of that....” I whispered coyly, as he lifted onto his arm, dropping his lips to mine.
“Come here,” he growled, pulling me close to him. “I fucking adore you.”
I pulled the duvet up to my chin, snuggling closer to him.
“I never want to go home,” I murmured, burying my face into his neck, inhaling the delicious scent of his cologne.
He sat up, looking down at me. His expression was unreadable, his eyes harbouring an internal battle that only he knew about.
“Finish school first, then we will be together,properly.”
I gazed up at him, speechless. “Are you serious?” I chuckled, unsure what he meant.
