Jo Jo.
Mygirlfriend.
I’m smiling like an idiot, remembering how she squealed when I slapped her ass extra hard in the middle of sex last night. Her pussy clenched tightly around my dick when I did that, tumbling us both right over the edge, so I think she liked it.
As a matter of fact, I know she did.
My sister’s voice interrupting my thoughts ruins it for me.
“You are so gone for her.”
I cast a quick glare in her direction. “Am not.”
Blair is rolling her eyes. “You are. Quit denying it.”
“Fine. You’re right. I’m totally into her.” I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on the radio. I haven’t felt this positive in a long-ass time. Our football season is going great. I’ve got a B average in every class I’m in—though English is more like a B-, Jo says that still counts as a B—and I’ve got a girlfriend.
What a great time to be alive.
“I think it’s sweet that you’ve finally fallen for someone.” Blair pauses, her voice hesitant when she asks, “What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Being in love.”
I sit up straighter, my fingers now gripping the steering wheel. Am I in love with Joanna? I care about her. A lot. I like that soft look she gets in her eyes right before I kiss her. The way she’ll call out my name when I make her come with my mouth. Or my fingers. Just thinking about the sound of her laughter makes me smile and that’s all I want to do for her.
Make her smile.
Make her want me as much as I want her. Which is all the time.
Shit.
I think I’m in love.
“Are you just now realizing you’re in love with her?” Blair asks, covering her laughter with her fingers when I send her an incredulous look. “Have you guys not said that to each other yet?”
“No, of course not. It’s only been a couple of months.”
“An intense couple of months.”
“Well, yeah. But still. I didn’t think…”
I didn’t put a name on what I was feeling for her because I was living in the moment. I think my sister is right though.
I’m totally in love with Joanna Sutton.
And I’m fairly certain she feels the same way about me.
“So what’s it like? Being in love? Knowing you’ve found your person?” Blair asks, like she’s digging for information.
“It’s great.” I clear my throat, trying to focus. “I mean, I don’t know. I still feel uncertain about things, you know? Not about her or anything, but the future. I don’t like thinking about it.”
Our paths could easily go in different directions. She’s a year younger than me. I’ll graduate and possibly get drafted and then what happens to us? Do we break up?
I absently rub at my chest, trying to ease the pain that forms there at the thought of losing her.
I don’t want to lose her.