He lifted up on his elbows. “What’s so funny?”
“You took several plays out of one of my mom’s books. Didn’t you?”
He grinned, his sea-green eyes lighting up. “Maybe the one where you were on all fours.”
“Well, keep reading, then. Because I want more of what we just did.”
He smoothed strands of sweaty hair from my forehead before he rolled off me and pulled me to him so we were facing each other. “You’re not weirded out that we did a move or two out of your mom’s book?”
I giggled. “Not at all. But you said at one point you had been.”
He traced a finger over my cheek. “Yeah. But tonight, I wasn’t thinking about anything but you and me. What we just did was natural and fucking awesome.”
“I haven’t asked you how you found my mom’s book.” I knew my mom’s books were in bookstores, but it had been odd that Train showed up in computer class that morning with her book.
“I had to get CliffsNotes for English, and I spotted your mom’s picture on a book in a store in the city. But enough talk. You’re all mine tonight, and the only thing I want to hear is you moaning.”
Every part of my body warmed as my heart swelled to huge proportions, knowing that I was one of the luckiest girls alive.
