“Fuck, Kieran, it’s…” he sucks in a wavering breath.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Jasper stares at me with those gorgeous green eyes and then squeezes them close as he comes, his body going still as he shoots across his stomach. A moment later, I hold on to him tight, breathing hard, the pleasure building up in my body as I thrust a final time before coming.
Underneath me, he opens his eyes and watches me come undone.
My body feels limp and boneless, and I slowly pull out. I take off the condom and tie it up, pressing a kiss on Jasper’s forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.
“Was it okay?” I ask when I return with a damp towel to clean Jasper up.
He nods with a soft smile on his lips. “Yeah.”
“That’s good.”
After I finish cleaning up, he takes the towel and chucks it onto a bedside table, then wraps a hand around my back and yanks me onto the bed beside him. “Kiss me on the forehead again,” he demands.
“Why?” I obey anyway, brushing stands of hair away and pressing my lips against his warm skin.
“Because I like bossing you around,” he says.
“Asshole.”
He grins. “Because it’s cute. I like it.”
I kiss him on the forehead again.
“Kieran?” he asks. I can tell he’s sleepy, he’s blinking more and more frequently. “Are you my boyfriend now?”
I brush a hand from the nape of his neck to his shoulder, then down his arm. “Is that what you want?”
“Obviously.”
“Then yeah. I’m your boyfriend. You’re mine.”
29
Jasper: Use The Pillow
“Your hair looks fine.”
I look away from the mirror on the back of the passenger seat’s sun visor to Juliet, sitting in the driver’s seat.
“You’ve been checking your appearance every five seconds,” Juliet continues.
“I have not,” I say, closing the mirror with a snap, and leaning back against the car seat. When I told Juliet I was heading into the centre of Easton, she offered to drive me because she was heading in to do some shopping. Now, I wish I said no.
“Yeah, you have. You’re the epitome of vanity.”
I give her the finger, even though she’s right.
“So, what’s the plan?” Juliet asks.
“Nothing,” I say, staring out the window. Houses with quaint letter-boxes and rose gardens transform into monochrome commercial buildings. We turn onto a multi-lane road with busy traffic. I check the time on my phone. I don’t want to be late.
“Going to the movies?” Juliet asks. “That’s what people usually do on dates.”
I whip around to face her. She wears a knowing smile on her lips.
