I threw my head back as I came, moaning loudly as I lay on the desk like a rag doll. I could hear him grunting and shouting as he shot his warm load into my quivering heat.
Afterward, I grabbed paper towels, running them under the sink before gently dabbing myself. No, it wasn't an ideal cleaning method, but how would I know I would get turned on during class? I made a mental note to start carrying wet wipes in my bag.
Simon watched me intently as he finished buttoning up his pants.
"I want you to meet my parents."
He said it so matter of fact, without preemptive warning, that it took me a cool minute to register what he said.
"What?" I finally said, turning to stare at him wide-eyed.
"I want you to come over to dinner at my parent's house," he calmly repeated. He continued to watch me as if he had just asked me for the time.
I scrunched the paper towels up and threw the wads into the bin. I slipped my panties back on before straightening my skirt back in place.
"I've met your parents," I reminded him. I knew I was stalling, but I had to be absolutely sure that he meant dinnerdinnerand not just dinner.
"You know what I mean. As my girl."
My heart leaped at his words. I regarded him shyly, and that's when I noticed the light flush on his cheeks and the uneasiness in his eyes. He was nervous, too.
"When you say 'my girl'..."
"I mean my girl. My woman. The person I'm serious about."
I stepped forward, sliding my hands up his chest before I dangled my arms around his neck. "Simon Dawson, are you asking to be my boyfriend?"
He gave me one of his classic lazy grins. "You mean I'm not already?"
Boom. Boom. Boom.
There went my heart again.
Even though we hadn't discussed labels, the fact that we agreed early on to exclusively see each other pretty much sealed the deal for me. When I threw that request out there, I already felt a little possessive of him. In my head, I considered him my boyfriend. I was already halfway in love with him.
I had hoped he felt the same...I assumed he did. There was no way he could make love to me both gently and roughly without feeling an emotional connection.
When we missed each other too much, he'd hop in his car and drive to me - even on a work night. It didn't matter that he had to wake up at dawn to drive home; nothing deterred him. When he wanted to see me, he made it happen. Even apart, we would be texting and calling; and at night, we would lay on our sides in bed, chatting softly about our day until one of us fell asleep.
Meeting his parents was a big fucking deal. Especially with how close our families were integrating - his newfound tightness with Barron and Barron being one of my best friends. If things went tits up, there would be a lot of awkward dinners in our future. So for Simon to ask this, it was major. It was the next step in our burgeoning relationship.
Was I ready to take that step?
I glanced up at Simon, and my heart grew two sizes.
I took a deep breath. "I'd love to meet your parents."
Chapter 25
Simon
I'minlovewithSofia MacDonald.
I already had an inkling I was falling for her on the weekend we were all in Philly. When we had sex for the first time.
She was already my favorite person, and it pissed me off that she was right under my nose this whole time - since we were teens. If it weren't for me being so busy fucking around, convincing Barron that he was better off single and taking up with Maria - Sofia and I would be together.
Okay, maybe not.
