Chapter 15
Matteo
How could she believe in happily ever after? I mean, yes, it existed but only for a small percentage of people. It wasn’t like everyone got theirs. Why was she so hell-bent on me opening myself up to someone? If I did that, it could still end in tragedy. It could be the worst mistake I ever made, like with Kelsey. Why should I let anyone in? The last thing I wanted was to be rejected or used again.
One thing that I was shocked by was, even after all the horrible things I’ve done and said to Lacey, she was still willing to give me sound advice. Maybe it was just because we were stuck in this room together due to our impending doom outside.
I could hear the waves crashing onto the beach and thunder imploding on the island. I almost got up to look outside but figured maybe it was not a good idea. I wasn’t a fan of storms. I usually just stayed at home on the couch during them. They made excellent sleeping weather. I loved when it stormed on the weekends because that meant I could stay in bed and sleep.
Lacey wanted to give me some advice, so I figured why not get to know her a little better. Might as well. “So, tell me about your worst breakup?”
She laughed at the question. “Well, I haven’t had too many relationships, but I’ll tell you about my high school boyfriend,” she said, looking only slightly up at me. I could tell I had asked her a question she wasn’t prepared to answer. “We were together for three years. I won’t say I was a prude, but we never had intercourse. I wanted to save myself for prom. That’s normal, right? I bought an expensive dress and was very excited. Eventually, I found out he was screwing my best friend. When I asked him why, his response was he needed something to get him by until I was ready.” She scoffed.
Wow, what a dick! It was sad to hear stories of men treating women like that. I didn’t lose my virginity until college. I felt the same way. I was too interested in getting a scholarship and getting ahead in life than lying in bed with some girl I barely knew. “Wow, what a jerk. Most men aren’t like that. I don’t know what’s wrong with teenagers nowadays, but they are so quick to jump into bed. They should be more careful. I was.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad I found out, or I would have lost it to that guy. Needless to say, I dumped him.”
It really hit me when tears started flowing from her eyes. I moved next to her, caressing her cheek, wiping them away. Our eyes met. “Don’t ever let any man make you cry.” Our eyes remained locked on each other for a few moments, but then suddenly I looked away. The feelings that were forming were coming to a head. Her lips were all I could think about at this moment. I couldn’t help myself. Lacey pulled me close and planted a subtle kiss. One kiss turned into several. The next few minutes were spent exploring each other.
I found myself on the bed next to her, pulling her closer. Her fingers ran through my hair, and I found myself wanting more. I didn’t want to stop and think about it. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor as was hers. My back was against the headboard, and Lacey was in my lap. As of now, nothing more than kissing was going on, but I knew it was going to become more than that. Not only that, I wanted it to. My desire for her at that moment grew stronger. My fingers ran up her back to her bra. I stopped kissing her long enough to get a wink to know it was okay, and then she was free. Her breasts were no longer being held tightly to her body. I lowered her onto the bed underneath me as I gave them the attention they deserved. Soon after, I planted another kiss on her lips.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to. It’s not required in our deal or anything.” I didn’t want her to think she had to sleep with me because of our arrangement. No hard feelings if she wanted to stop here. Honestly, part of me wanted her to say stop. If she did, then I wouldn’t potentially get my heart broken. This wasn’t just sex for me. Feelings were starting to develop, and sex was only going to make them flourish.
She looked at me with a determined look. “I want this as much as you do. Now, stop talking.”
Our bodies entwined, and moans became the familiar sound in our room. Her legs wrapped around my hips as her hands gripped the sheets underneath us. I knew I might regret this decision, but for now, I wasn’t complaining. I continued until we both fell back on the bed. We both took deep breaths to gather our composure. The realization of what had just happened was sinking into our heads.