On graduation night, I look over at him. We’re sitting side-by-side in his little Hyundai, which I’ve taken to calling the LoveMobile. It’s a stupid name and we both hate it, but it stuck, so that’s the car’s official name now.
“We did it,” I say.
“So we did.”
It wasn’t easy.
Life at Crescent Academy was its own series of ups and downs. There were twists and turns and not all of them were fun. In fact, most of them were downright horrible, but we did it. Together, we made it through, and now we’re going on to face the future in a new and incredible way.
“What happens now?” I ask. I know what happens. We’ve talked about it a million times. We’re going to get an apartment together in our new city and go to school together. We’ll work to make it through. We’ll figure out a way to make things happen for us. It’s not going to be easy. Neither one of us has the support of our mothers. We have messy histories and we don’t have dads or extended families, but we have each other.
That has to be enough.
We’ll make sure that it’s enough.
“Now?” He looks at me and smiles. That panty-melting grin has gotten me into more trouble than I care to admit because it’s me, and it’s him, and it’s us. Our journey has been anything but easy. It’s been hard and messy and complicated, but I know that if we stick it out and we keep working on this thing together, somehow, we’ll find a way to make it work.
We have to.
Gavin truly is my other half and yeah, maybe we found love really young. I knew when I was just 13 years old that he was the one I wanted to be with, but somehow, I think finding each other when we were only kids is totally fine.
Somehow, it feels like it was meant to be.
“Now, I show you just how important you are to me,” he says, and then he pulls me close. He whispers against my ear. “I haven’t stopped thinking about your sweet little pussy all day.”
I blush, still embarrassed at his crass words, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Gavin...”
“Did you do it?”
“Do what?” I ask, feigning innocence, but he grabs my hair, fisting my ponytail, and pulls it back.
“You know what I’m asking,” he says, and I grin.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I did it.”
“Let me see.”
I reach for the zipper on my graduation gown and tug it down to reveal...me.
All of me.
I didn’t wear a damn thing under my gown at graduation. He dared me not to, and I figured, why not? It seemed like a fun and sexy way to go out with a bang, and well, I guess that’s exactly what I did.
The way his eyes roam my skin, I think he likes what he sees.
Still, I’ll ask him. I want to hear him say it.
“Well?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Did you like knowing I was being naughty for you?”
“Baby, I fucking loved it,” he laughs, grabbing me, and he kisses me on the mouth. He cups my face as he devours me, kissing me like this is the last time we’ll see each other, even though it won’t.
Me and Gavin?