I lean up on my elbows and cock my head. “I have not. I spent the entire day with you.”
August rolls his lips between his teeth. “Yeah, but you barely made eye contact with me at dinner, and you were on your phone for most of the evening.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just doing what you asked and trying to play it cool.”
August shifts on his feet. “Do you…are you busy? Want me to go?”
“Not if you want to stay,” I say and pull the sheets back. He eyes me and then slips in next to me. I turn on my side to face him and our legs tangle. I wrap the strings of his hoodie around my finger, and tug him a little closer.
“When are you going to tell her? I feel like I’m going crazy not knowing what you want or how I’m supposed to act. You are going to tell her, right?”
He swallows, he’s staring at the tattoos on my neck and I can’t read his expression. I lift his chin so he meets my eyes and raise my eyebrows in question.
“Yes. Tomorrow. Before we leave,” he says and touches his lips to mine briefly.
I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
“That way she has a long trip to process it and come to terms with it, and by the time we all make it home, everything should be fine.”
“Good. That’s good,” I say and then I’m crawling on top of him and pressing my mouth to his.
I love how his arms always snake up around me to hold me tight, like he’s holding me in place––grounding me.
I’ve never really had roots, but with August I feel like maybe I could put some down. It feels so right being with him. His arms feel more like home than any place I’ve ever been.
“I want to try something,” I say, looking down at August and he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Okay, like what?”
“How about I surprise you? Do you trust me?” I ask and August’s grip on me tightens.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Goddamn,” I say, arching into him and then I roll off him, lest I get sidetracked. “Okay, shower. Now.”
August blinks up at me and I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Trust, yeah?”
He runs a hand through his hair and then slides out of bed. Then he’s following me into the bathroom. I turn on the water and look over my shoulder at him.
“Strip.”
August pulls off his shirt, then starts to inch down his pants and then I stumble toward him.
“Wait. Hold on. I changed my mind. I want to do it.”
I fall to my knees in front of him and slip my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and slowly drag them down. When his cock pops free, I lean back on my haunches and just stare at it because I haven’t really seen it up close and personal yet, and it is absolutely perfect.
“Fuck a duck,” I mutter and then meet his gaze. “There is literally nothing wrong with you, is there? You’re fucking spectacular.”
He flushes and I can’t help but wrap my hand around the thick base and stroke him. August’s breathing speeds up as I do it. I can see the muscles in his chest heaving and his cock jumps in my hand.
“First guy to touch you like this?” I ask and he bites his bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
“You like it?”