Had to go to base to help with clean-up. You almost bit me when I tried to wake you up. I’ll see you later.
* * *
Soldier boy (Big, mighty Marine)
P.S. Please don’t regret last night…
I was swooning over the last sentence of his note. I couldn’t regret it even if I tried. I didn’t even regret it as I felt my swollen middle ache with every movement I made. I couldn’t regret it and I couldn’t (wouldn’t) forget it. Last night would forever be burned into my memory. Luke would forever be burned into my memory.
Eighteen
On the way over to my house, I made sure that the cat underneath Luke’s porch had made it through the hurricane safely. It had, thankfully. If it had died, it definitely didn’t die underneath there. Our street was lined with fallen leaves and several tree limbs, but from what I could see, there wasn’t any excessive damage. Both of our houses looked okay. The yards were a mess, but it could have been much, much worse.
I ran into my house with a little pep in my step despite the awkward movements I had to use because my vagina felt like it was three times its normal size. I secretly liked it, though; it just kept reminding me of last night and the most amazing time I had ever had.
Luke took my body and treated it like it was gold. Every touch was full of caring caresses. He knew how to take care of my body, and I liked it. Scratch that, I didn’t just like it…I loved it.
After taking a quick shower and throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt, I was on my way to grab some food and then start cleaning up my yard. The power was still out and my phone was dead as a doorknob, so I would have to wait to contact my mom and JoJo to let them know I was okay.
The second I put the untoasted strawberry Pop-Tart up to my mouth, I heard my door open. I glanced into the long hallway and a smile overtook my face. Butterflies lifted me up so high I could have touched heaven.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, as Luke walked down the hallway to stand in front of me.
His eyes bounced back and forth between mine, and I found myself doing the same. Neither of us said a word. We only exchanged hungering looks with one another. I didn’t realize it at first, but I was actually holding my breath.
“You know how we said that last night was a one-time thing?” he asked right before his tongue darted out and licked his lips.
I replied by nodding my head very slowly, all while staring at his mouth. I longed for it. I wanted it on my mouth.
“Can we maybe make it a two-time thing? Or a three-time thing?” My eyes left his mouth as I peered up at him. I already knew my answer was yes.
“Let’s just make it an all-the-time thing…” I whispered, and a devious look overtook Luke’s face. He reached for me quickly, causing me to drop my Pop-Tart on the floor at the same time that he scooped me up.
I squealed, “What are you doing?”
“Like you have to ask?” He started to walk me back to my bedroom, my legs flopping on his front as my hair hung down over his back. “I’m taking you to bed, Cammie.”
I squealed again and cackled with laughter as he threw me on my bed and went to claim me, once again.
* * *
Luke was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. We had spent the entire day and night together, tangled in my sheets. We ate cold Pop-Tarts for energy, played truth or dare (*kinky truth or dare*), and spent all night laughing at one another. Luke made me laugh, and he made me laugh hard. He was funny, even more so when he wasn’t picking on me.
After having sex, for the third time since the previous night, we rinsed off in my overly small shower, and then tumbled into my bed and fell into a deep sleep.
This morning as I stood over my steaming coffee, waiting for my phone to regain some battery (thankful that the power came back on), I realized I felt liberated. I felt like I was alive again. I was actually looking forward to something. I hadn’t looked forward to something for so long. My life had been on repeat, just getting through each day, and I hadn’t even realized that I was a complete zombie.
Luke had somehow put the life right back into me.
I grabbed my phone the second I saw it finally come to life. I wanted to make sure to let everyone know that things were okay before I went outside and started to clean up the yard. I first texted my dad (yes, maybe sex with Luke had softened my bitchy outer shell…whatever), then I shot my mom a quick email explaining that I was fine and so was the house.
Then I smiled and dialed JoJo’s number, excited to tell her about my night. She would be proud, and just as elated as I was.
She answered on the first ring and I giggled, realizing that I was literally prancing around my kitchen; that’s how excited I was. I was dancing like a freaking lunatic.
It was JoJo’s surprised voice that had me stopping in my tracks. Holy shit, I hadn’t been this happy in…at least a year? That said something, right? I was already finding myself bending the rules for Luke; it was like sex with him was a cure or something.
I was pretty sure it could cure anything at this point.