“Do you want to watch?”
I nod, barely managing to keep myself from admitting how many times I’ve fantasized about spying on him in the shower or in bed. “Will it ruin your concentration if I talk to you?”
“Not the way you do it,” he says, sounding bemused.
That makes me chuckle. One of the great things about being with Shane is that he never implies that my inexperience makes me less adept at turning him on.
“Come closer, baby.” His right hand closes around his cock, and he pumps up and down in a steady rhythm.
I press my body against his side, and he closes his eyes and husks out a breath.
For a while I just watch, memorizing every inch of him and the way his face looks when his mind’s occupied with filthy thoughts.
When I put my hand on him just below his ribs, his abs tighten. My fingers trace the lines of his six-pack.
“More,” he groans. “Slide your hand lower.”
I press my palm against his stomach and slide it down until it’s over his pubic bone and his knuckles are raking over mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper and then kiss his chest. “I could look at you forever.”
“Fuck.” His body goes rigid, and his cock erupts.
27
AVERY
We drive back from Boston early in the morning, and I rush to get ready so I’ll have a few minutes to review my presentation before school. I dress in the simple royal blue pant-suit that my mom favored and have half a bagel with some jam while running through the key points in my head.
When Shane comes down he’s dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with his hair still wet from the shower. The only reason he’s up is to drive me, which suddenly strikes me as really sweet.
I pace the living room floor, reviewing the takeaways I want people to remember. Then I check my slides, of which there are very few. That was intentional, so the focus would be on me and my message, not the screen. It could be a miscalculation, though. What if I forget what I planned to say? I’ll have nothing to prompt me.
Shane drinks his coffee, standing in the doorway, watching me.
I glance over and grimace. “I’m either going to kill this, or I’m going to crash and burn. There is no middle ground.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Not unless you have a time machine.”
He smiles, finishes his coffee, and sets the cup on the counter.
“Ready to drop me off?” I ask.
“You wanna go this early?”
I nod.
He gets our coats while I pack up my laptop.
I don’t remember the drive to campus or if we talk about anything. My entire mind is focused, and my heart’s started to beat like I’m jogging.
Shane walks me to the building. I stop at a bench a few feet from the door and sit.
“Too early to go in,” I say, taking a deep breath of bracing cold air.
Shane sits next to me.
