I let him take my hand and guide me back to the showers where we did it.
Yup, I’m one of the locker room girls.
If I wasn’t so startled from the meaning behind the entire night, I would feel excited, but I now know Carson takes the legend seriously, that taking me into the locker room, to fulfilling one of the biggest superstitions around campus, means something to him and that was . . . eye-opening.
I know Carson likes me, he’s said it more than enough times, but to actually think I’m the girl he plans on spending the rest of his life with, that’s something I wasn’t exactly expecting.
It’s a few days later and I’m still reeling from the idea.
The sex in the locker room is also oddly hanging between us like a giant pink elephant, because we both know the seriousness of what happened but neither of us have talked about it. Also, just putting it out there, not sure if it was because we could have been caught, or if there really is some magical power within the locker room, but being fucked against the tiles of the locker room shower was by far the most provocative and mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had.
I’m surprised someone didn’t bust through the doors from my feral cries.
I blush just thinking about it.
Carson said it was really fucking hot, and I thought it was incredibly embarrassing.
I remove my hand and turn back around, starting to unpack a box labeled Tupperware. No apartment is complete without Tupperware.
I don’t get far before Carson comes up behind me, his sweaty chest touching my bare shoulders that peek out past my tank top. His strong arms circle my midsection, and he kisses the side of my neck.
“Are we ever going to talk about what happened Friday night?”
“We had sex,” I say, “like every night since we had sex for the first time.” It’s true, we’ve been relentless, and I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’ll ever be able to stop myself from wanting this man.
“You know it was way more than that, so don’t downplay it.”
“Fine, it was the best sex of my life.”
Sighing, he turns me in his arms so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. Uh-oh, serious conversation coming. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
“Milly.”
“Yes.” I smile brightly.
Shaking his head, he lifts me up on the counter and then parts my legs so he can stand as close to me as possible, his hands on my lower back.
“You know about the locker room. We’ve talked about it.”
“Yeah, I know.” I look down.
“You know what it means to me, to have invited you back there.”
I nod.
“So talk to me, and tell me what you’re feeling.”
Given the impression this man conveys from a distance, I never would have pegged him as a touchy-feely, let’s talk about our emotions guy. And since I’ve spent my entire life around men, never really diving into feelings, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
“Well, I’m not good at this. I can tell you that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Relationship talk.” I rub the tip of my index finger, giving myself something to fidget with. “You know I’ve never been in a relationship before so feelings and all that is hard for me to talk about.”
“Let’s make it easy then. I like you, and you like me.”
I nod. “Yup, we established that.”
“And I’m serious about you, just like you’re serious about me . . . right?”
“Yes, of course,” I say, looking him in the eyes now.
“Good, and you know what it meant for me to invite you back to the locker room, right?”
“Yeah, that you’re really serious about me.”
“Exactly.” His hands slide under my shirt and bring the fabric up and over my head, exposing my pink sports bra. “I want you to know that I see a future with you, and that I’m serious about that future.”
“I’m serious about that future too,” I say, wanting to ease his mind as well. Because I can see it. This man means so much to me, and I can truly see us together for the long haul.
“Good.” He lifts my sports bra up and over my head, releasing my breasts from their confines. He doesn’t even give them a second to breathe before his mouth and hands are all over them. I lean back on my elbows, the cold surface of the counter arousing my body along with Carson’s kisses.