“It’s not that bad,” he finally said.
“I’m sorry, did you not see the photos??”
“I saw them. It wasn’t that bad,” he repeated. “By the way, your boobs were huge!”
Of course that’s what he was looking at.
“I don’t miss them,” I told him, “they killed my back.”
“You’re slightly taller than most girls, so everything evened out alright.” He paused, flipping to another page, then he laughed— “Okay this one is kind of bad.”
“Thank you, I know.” I tried to take the photos back from him, but he wouldn’t have it.
“You were a teacher’s pet,” he echoed the sentiment I had expressed moments ago.
He smiled to himself as he looked over all my awards and photos with my teachers.
“I actually liked school.”
“No judgment,” he snickered.
And he was right. One of things I liked about him, was the fact that no matter what either of us did, there was no judgment. But then again, after agreeing to this week, how could we really judge each other?
“You w
ere the captain of the varsity volleyball team your sophomore year?” he asked, tapping one of the photos.
“Okay that’s enough,” I said, reaching over to sit on his lap and obscure his view of the book.
“You’re playing dirty,” he told me.
“Hey, a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do,” I replied, before kissing him.
He moaned, and allowed himself to relax as he leaned back into the couch. As I had hoped, the book slipped out of his hands, and softly thudded to the ground.
I shifted my position and slipped my body between his legs as I caressed the side of his face and deepened the kiss. I slid the album under the couch, where it would remain unnoticed for another month.
The second my lips touched his, thoughts of the album immediately left my mind, and with a soft grunt, he stood up and lifted me off my feet, just as he had done in the shower earlier that morning. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, I could feel the almost erratic beat of his heart as he carried me into the hallowed darkness of my bedroom. He set me on my feet right in front of my bed.
“I want you,” he whispered, his eyes roaming over me.
“So?” I crossed my arms…I had no idea why I was playing hard to get now…that was a lie. I knew why; it was the look in his eyes…the way he looked at me made my toes curl.
He took a step forward and grasped my hips, pulling me against him, so I could feel how hard he was.
His lips hovered over mine as he spoke; “When I say I want you, I mean I need you. I need to run my fingers over your skin, kiss down your back, and make you moan my name. I. Need. You. And from the look on your face, you need me too. So strip.”
How could I not?
LEVI
“Ma, I’m fine. Can’t we reschedule for some other day next week? I’m just busy right now.”
“Levi you’re supposed to be on vacation, you shouldn’t be busy doing anything.”
My mother was driving me crazy.
I balanced the phone between my shoulder and my cheek, and allowed my mother to rant at me while I partially listened. Reaching into the fridge for the milk, I noticed that Thea was running out of almost everything. I felt guilty in that moment, because I knew I was the one with the voracious appetite.