“Lucas...” Impatient now, hips shifting. “Please.”
I kiss her stomach. Her hip. The inside of her thigh, and she trembles. Her scent is going thick with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re stalling.”
“I’m savoring.”
“Lucas—”
I lower my mouth to her.
She cries out, back arching off the bed. I grip her hips and lose myself in her. Sweet and warm on my tongue. I groan against her because she’s perfect. She’s everything.
“Oh god.” Her fingers find my hair, tugging hard. “Lucas?—”
I don’t stop. I want to memorize every sound. The way she moans when I circle her clit with my tongue. The way her thighs shake when I slide a finger inside and find her dripping with slick.
“More,” she gasps, hips rocking against my face. “Please?—”
I add a second finger, curling to find the spot that makes her cry out. She’s so responsive, her slick coating my fingers as I work her open. I feel her getting close, her walls starting to flutter.
“That’s it.” I seal my lips around her clit and suck. “Let me hear you.”
“Don’t stop—please, I’m so close?—”
I give her everything. Mouth and fingers and all the love I don’t know how to say out loud. I lick and suck and fuck her with my hand until her thighs clamp around my head and her back bows and she comes with my name on her lips, pulsing around my fingers.
I work her through it. Gentle now. Until she’s boneless and panting.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I crawl up her body. She pulls me down and kisses me, tasting herself on my tongue.
“I love you,” she says against my mouth. “So much, Lucas.”
“I love you too.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Always.”
“Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Promise we’ll always have this. You and me and Theo and Nate.”
I kiss her forehead. Her nose. The corner of her mouth.
“I promise.”
She curls into me. I’ve never been so sure of anything.
Six months later, I drive six hours to her college. Spring break. I have her favorite flowers in the passenger seat. I’m going to tell her I want to transfer. That I can’t stand being this far away.
Her roommate opens the door. Looks confused.
“She’s gone for the week,” the roommate says. “I don’t know where. Didn’t she tell you?”
I sit in my truck for two hours, calling her phone over and over. It goes straight to voicemail every time.
