Yeah, I might too.
But fuck, man. It’sourlives. Not theirs. If we’re gonna crash, at least let it be our hands on the wheel, for fuck’s sake.
You know what?
Fuck it.
Fuck his dad.
Fuck them haters.
Fuck the gossip.
Fuck the imaginary safe boy in the pastel shirt.
Fuck whatever they think a "good first time" is supposed to look like.
We’re gonna have sex.
Becausehe’sa part of it, notthem.And he wants this. I want this. I’m done acting like I’m not allowed to touch what’s literally lying in my bed asking to be touched just because other people would have a meltdown if they saw it.
Let them. Let them cry. Let them whisper. Let them clutch their pearls and say we ruined our lives and talk about sin and reputation and whatever the hell else makes them feel important.
They don’t get a vote in what happens in bed.
Yeah, maybe one day we’ll look back and say we took a risk that could’ve destroyed us.
Or maybe we’ll look back and say, that’s the night everything actually started.
Either way, I’d rather regret something we did than spend the rest of my life haunted by what we were too scared to touch.
So yeah.
We’re gonna do it. We’re gonna fuck.
Even if no one ever knows.
Even if it stays a secret for years.
Even if the whole world would scream if they saw. Let them scream in their own houses. In this room, right now, it’s just me and him.
He wants to live this. I want to live this.
So we will. And if the world wants to cry about it?
They can go fuck themselves.
51) Ready For Me?
Rava
I know what I said. I know exactly what it means.
And I don't take it back. I'm glad he didn't say no. But more than that, I'm glad he doesn't rush me.
He's willing to show me. Not take.Showme.
His hand finds my face. His thumb traces my cheekbone. "You sure?" he asks.
