“Then you don’t do it ever again, because seriously, last night, you lunged at me a handful of times, plopped down on me, and kissed me for the very first time.”
“I’ve spend all night trying to figure out why I displayed those behaviors. All I’ve come up with is that I knew I wanted to touch you from almost the minute I saw you, and the alcohol removed that inhibition, and the aggressiveness behind it was misplaced. Oh, and the more obvious? It clearly, painstakingly, and embarrassingly showcased my social and physical inexperience.” I look up at him, wide-eyed and almost shocked. “And while we’re fucking, for as long as this lasts, I won’t drink. And I think maybe you shouldn’t when you know we’ll see each other.”
“Let’s back up to the fact that you just shit on yourself while reciting your back-alley therapy sessions that you also conducted with yourself. You fucked up, Savvy. We all do. So, say that you don’t like labels, then don’t put one on yourself. Four words—got drunk, fucked up. End of.”
“I won’t make that mistake again. End of.”
He nods. “Same.”
“I think your behavior after drinking was based on my insecurity and jealousy, so I’ll work on that.”
“Fuck that, being jealous gets a bad rep. I told you that, if you were mine, and someone’s sliding into my DMs, you have my permission to say I’m yours. And straight up, Savvy, I’ll do the same, with or without your permission, so you may want to keep that in mind before you spread your sexy as fuck”—he squeezes his dick—“legs for me. It will be my privilege and my responsibility to make sure you’re never insecure about us. But same goes back at you.”
I run my hands up and down my arms. “I also need this to be just us for a while. Two reasons. I’m not a big fan of PDA. I think it’s odd that people need others to see that they’re together. It looks forced. And maybe this summer, we could ease into the other stuff.”
“You’ll ease into PDA, Savvy. Last night proved that, but yeah, slow is good. But clarify other stuff.”
“Your family is—”
“Overwhelming as fuck, I know.”
“But they’re lovely, as well. From what I remember about last night, Truth was so nice. Is she okay?”
“You gotta understand that it physically pains me that you have been alone for so fucking long, and you don’t have to be, Savvy. So, yeah, this summer, we’ll ease into it, but by next Christmas, prepare to be overwhelmed and just go with the flow.
“And Truth, she’s safe but probably in deep shit right now with her dad.”
I nod. “I feel awful about it.”
“Tell me why you had the party to begin with.”
I feel my face catch fire. “You already know.”
“That was sweet.”
I shrug and feel myself wanting to just go back to the dorms and sulk, but I push it aside and ask, “Can we fuck now?”
He scrubs both hands over his face and grumbles. When he removes them, he answers, “I don’t want it to be forced.”
“It’s not.”
“Is your pussy still dripping, Savvy?”
I let my knees fall apart, spreading myself wide in front of him, and look up. “You tell me.”
His words come out deep and growly. “That’s not fair play.”
“It’s not fair that you’re on display then either.”
He looks down then back up at me. “Hadn’t noticed, but I won’t apologize. That moment before was raw, real want and need. I don’t want it any other way.”
I grip the hem of my tank and lift it over my head. “This more to your liking?”
His nostrils flare, and his jaw tenses. His nod could have been missed had I blinked my eyes. I’m so glad I didn’t.
I lie back and hook my thumbs under my waistband, shimmying them down just a little at a time, getting more turned on by the second as I watch him look me over with more appreciation than anyone on the planet, especially me, deserves from someone who looks like Patrick Steel.
I lift my knees to my chest as I pull them off the rest of the way.
“Savvy.” My name is said in warning, one that doesn’t deter me at all. I’ve never trusted anyone more in my entire life. No one.