in all your dirty dreams."
"You know about my dreams, babe?"
"I know about mine. I'm only assuming what yours are filled with."
"Fucking hell, you're perfect." I slide inside her, feeling at home once more, but I don't do as she said. I don't fuck her. This time, I take things slower, more gentle.
"Conner Jagger?" she asks. I pull my face from the crook of her neck, where I was peppering her skin with kisses. Our eyes meet and something crackles between us. "Are you making love to me?"
"Hell yeah, I am."
"Oh God." A ripple of pleasure rushes through her entire body. "I could die a very happy girl right now," she whispers.
"Well, don't, please. We've got so much more of this to come.”
"Where are you going?" I ask when Kenny swings her legs from the edge of her bed. I refused to let her up once I came inside her again, and we've spent the past thirty minutes making out like teenagers as we roll around on my bed.
I'm beyond hard for her again—obviously—but I think she probably deserves a bit of a break.
"The bathroom, Con. Don't look so worried." Reaching back, she runs her fingers over my cheek, her eyes softening. "I'll be right back."
"Okay."
When she does return, I'm sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around my waist and the TV on.
"I thought we could watch a movie, dive into the snacks."
"You're hungry? Of course you are," she mutters, reaching down to grab one of my discarded shirts and pulling it over her head.
"You look hot in my clothes, K."
She smiles, but something on my desk catches her eye. When I follow her stare, my stomach drops.
Plucking the envelopes from their hiding place, she holds them up to me.
"Shouldn't you have sent these already?"
I swallow down my anxiety. "Yeah, but I haven't. Whatever. Come back to bed, babe," I say in the hope it puts an end to the conversation.
"Nice try. Why haven't you sent them?" Excuses balance on the tip of my tongue, but I know she'd see right through them. "Con, there are some incredible colleges here. They'd be lucky to have you."
"Hmm... seriously, come here. I miss you." Pushing the sheets lower in the hope my body will tempt her, I wait for her to decide.
Thankfully, she puts them back where she found them, but it seems it's not the end of the conversation.
"What are you scared of?" she asks, coming to lay in front of me, her hypnotizing eyes staring into mine.
"I—" The emotion in my throat cuts off my words. "I don't know what I want. It's a big decision, potentially a big move. I just... don't know."
She smiles at me softly. "You don't think that's how everyone is feeling right now?"
I shrug. "We were never meant to have these kinds of options. I never thought I'd even apply, let alone..." I trail off.
"You deserve this, Conner. You deserve everything your new life can give you. Don't run away from what could be the beginning of the rest of your life. We'll post them tomorrow, together," she states, making my chest ache.
"What about you?" I ask, lacing my arm around her back and pulling her closer so our bodies are pressed together.
"Me? I don't even have a home, Con. You really think I've put any thought into my future?"
"You do have a home," I argue. "Right here is where you belong."
"James might have helped me with school, but I can't expect anything else from him."
"He'll do whatever I ask of him. He owes me. You want to go to college, we'll make it happen."
"I'm not sure it's for me. And I'm sure you don't want me following you like a lost puppy."
"Are you kidding? I would love to go together. We really could make up for lost time then. Get an apartment together. Be like, a real couple."
"You're such a goof," she laughs, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and brushing her lips against mine.
After a few minutes we both rest our heads on the pillows, our noses only a breath apart.
"Does it hurt?" Kenny asks, running her fingertip over my bruises.
"Not as long as you're touching me." She smiles at me before her face drops.
"What? What's wrong?"
"What really happens now?"
"We finish school and plan our future."
"I'm eighteen in a few weeks, Con." I know what she's worried about, but James isn't going to cut her off just because of her age. What I said earlier is true. He'll help her