She gives me a soft smile. “Tell you what, why don’t you ask me again when we've figured out if we can do this without destroying each other."
"Deal." I pull her against my chest, my heart hammering. "I can be patient. But know I'm going to ask. And you're going to say yes."
I wake before she does.
I’ve never wished harder for a storm. But the sunlight's already streaming through the curtains, and she's sprawled across my chest. Her hair is a mess and her breathing is soft and even. I watch her for a long moment. I still can't believe she's here. I still can't believe I get to have this again.
Then I get an idea.
I slide down the bed slowly. Then I carefully settle between her thighs. She stirs but doesn't wake. Not yet. I press a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another. Then I lean in and lick a slow stripe through her folds.
"Wha—" She gasps, her hips jerking up before she's fully conscious.
"Morning." My voice is rough with sleep, my breath hot against her. "Wanted breakfast."
I lick another slow stripe through her folds, and she melts into the mattress.
"You're—ah—insatiable."
"Only for you." I seal my mouth over her and suck.
She sits up and I pull away.
“What’s wrong?”
Her mouth curls up on one side and her eyebrow raises. Then Jess reaches down and wraps her hand around my length. It’s hard, hot, and leaking at the tip. "Let me return the favor."
She pushes me onto my back and slides down my body. My manhood bobs in front of her face, and the way she's looking at it makes me throb.
"Jess—"
“No. You aren’t in charge.” She takes me in one long slide, relaxing her throat the way she knows I like.
Jess doesn’t stop until her nose presses against me. I groan like she's killing me. Maybe she is. I gasp and my hands fist in her hair. She starts to move. Sucking and licking, hollowing her cheeks, using her hand on what she can't fit. I lose myself in time and space. Everything around us goes white. It's too good. She's too good. I'm not going to last.
"Sunshine, I'm close?—"
I’m panting, desperate to slow things down. But she doubles down, sucking harder, and my hips buck up off the bed. I come with a shout, spilling down her throat, and she swallows every drop.
CHAPTER 11
JESS
I findthe box in Griffin’s closet.
I wasn’t snooping, I was looking for a hoodie because the AC in his house runs cold, and he’d told me to help myself to anything in his room. We’ve been wrapped up in each other for days now, barely leaving his bed except to eat and shower.
Everything feels fragile, precious, and too good to be true. Itistoo good to be true. I just don’t know it yet.
The box is on the top shelf, half-hidden behind a stack of old jerseys. It has my name on it.
JESS.
Written in his handwriting. Faded but unmistakable.
My hands shake as I pull it down. It’s heavier than I expect. I pull the lid off to find it filled with scraps of paper, photos, and what look like dozens of sealed envelopes.
The first envelope is dated the day after he left. I should walk away. Just holding it makes my hands shake. My breath catches. This is a total violation of his privacy. If we are actually going to start something new I should put this back and ask him about it… Unfortunately, I’m not that mature and there’s no way in hell I’m not opening it.
