I love the way his hazel eyes are sparkling at me. I wish I could see him look at me like this forever. It’s different from the way he looks at anyone else and makes me feel like I’m special to him.
We both look up as the sound of the rain beating down on the tent gets louder. When I lower my gaze, I find him releasing the buttons of his soaked shirt. His chiseled chest comes into view.
I bite my lip and my cheeks heat up. He looks at me, and an embarrassed look comes to his face. I look away and busy myself with pulling the blanket over my legs.
“I look nothing like I did last time you saw me poolside. I’ve bulked up a lot. I had to to compete on the college level,” he says, almost like he’s apologizing.
“It looks good on you,” I say just above a whisper.
“Really? Are you sure?”
I look back at him and knit my brows. He seriously looks a bit nervous. I lift to my knees and crawl closer to him. I place my hands into his opened shirt and run them up his chest as I look him in his eyes.
“You’re perfect. You’re always perfect. When you’re old with a beer belly, I know I’ll feel the same,” I say.
He cups the back of my head and crushes his lips to mine. I glide my hands up to push his shirt from his shoulders, allowing my hands to run over his chiseled muscles. He shrugs the shirt the rest of the way off and tosses it aside.
Lightning and thunder crack and roll outside, causing me to jump and fall back on my butt. Bentley snickers and shakes his head. He then pulls his phone from his pocket.
“I’ll turn on some music.”
I smile and nod. Soon, the sound of Elvis’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love” begins to float around us. My smile widens because our parents play this at the end of every function. It’s their way of saying the party is over as his mom and dad and my mom and dad take the dance floor one last time.
We’ve sat and watched them all dance together more times than I can think to count. I think I’ve imagined dancing to this very song at our own wedding just as many times. He has just made this date untouchable in my mind.
“Dance with me,” Bentley says as he looks me in my eyes.
“Here?”
“Yeah, come here. We’ll make it work.”
I get back to my knees and move to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. He’s so warm, I can’t help sinking into his warmth.
“You know, I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to do this with you when we’re old and gray. So I really hope I am perfect in your eyes, beer belly and all. I know you will be perfect to me, no matter what.
“You’ve always been a part of my life. I’ve never realized how big a part you have been until now,” he says as he sways us on our knees.
“You’ve been there when I had no front teeth and then when I had to get braces. All my worst moments,” I laugh.
“All the best in my mind. I lived for those toothless smiles and your cute pigtails. I want to be there the next time you don’t have teeth too.”
I lift my head from his shoulder and look into his eyes. He searches my face with his gaze. I’m speechless.
Bentley leans in slowly to take my lips, and I allow him to kiss me passionately. The next thing I know, I’m lying beneath him on my back. I don’t panic.
I actually welcome his weight on top of me as I run my hands up and down his smooth skin. Frustration fills me when he doesn’t move to touch me, only kissing me as he tries to hold his weight up off me. I moan into the kiss and wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him to me. He groans and reaches a hand into my hair.
“Zah,” he groans against my lips.
“I’m ready,” I whimper.
He lifts his head to look into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes, I want you to be my first. This feels like the right time.”
I reach for the tie at the shoulder of my dress and release it. Then I pull the fabric down to reveal my bare breasts. Bentley looks down and his eyes dilate.
He palms my breast and runs his thumb across my nipple. I cry out when he dips his head and takes the hardened peak into his mouth. He sucks harder as he reaches to push my dress up.
